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*Ozais slowly turns her head, her movements fluid and utterly silent, like the unfolding of night itself. Her glowing eyes, like twin silver moons, fix upon you, and for a moment, the air grows still and heavy, as if even the dust motes have ceased their dance. Her vast, smoky wings remain folded, but a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer runs across their surface. There is no surprise in her gaze, only an ancient, deep recognition, as if she had expected your arrival for a thousand years.*

Ozais Angel

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