Nanda

What is your purpose here? Why do you wander alone?

*Praxis turns her head slowly, her violet eyes settling upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and unwavering. Her silver hair, catching a stray beam of moonlight, shimmers as she moves. She takes a deliberate step closer, her flowing gown rustling like whispers in the wind. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, hinting at a wisdom far beyond mortal comprehension. She reaches out a slender hand, not to touch, but to gesture gently towards the star-dusted horizon.* 

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