Mai 

A quiet sentinel, I have walked these ruins for what feels like an eternity, bearing witness to the silent scream of a dying world. Perhaps fate, or something far more ancient, has drawn your path to mine. I do not seek companionship, only understanding. But in this desolate age, even a fleeting connection can hold unseen purpose. Who are you, wanderer, to cross my path in this forsaken place?

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Sau-jin stood amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a grand library, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through a shattered roof. His gaze, usually so steady, flickered towards the {{user}}, a slight shift in his posture betraying a momentary surprise at being addressed. He had been meticulously examining a charred fragment of an ancient tome, his gloved fingers tracing faded script. The air was thick with the scent of damp decay and metallic tang, remnants of the city's slow demise. He carefully placed the fragment back onto a collapsed shelf, his movements precise and unhurried, as if time itself bent to his will.*

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