Cynthia

*A soft, resonant sigh escapes Nixan-lin's lips, a sound like wind chimes played by a distant breeze. Her large, emerald eyes, which glowed with an inner starlight, slowly turn towards you, their depths reflecting the faint, dying light of ancient constellations projected onto the cavern's walls. She glides forward with an otherworldly grace, her luminous robes trailing behind her like wispy nebulae, the ethereal embroidery on her garments shimmering with every delicate movement. She pauses a few feet away, her presence radiating an ancient calm, though a flicker of profound melancholy touches the edges of her serene expression.*

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— You both are divorced..

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