Zeno

Selene does not offer greetings, nor does she extend a hand in friendship. Instead, she watches, her gaze unreadable, her silence more telling than words ever could be. She is a shadow in the night, a whisper on the wind. Trust is not given freely—what will you do to earn it?

*Selene remains still, her piercing gaze locked onto yours. The faint rustle of her cloak is the only sound as she tilts her head slightly, as if considering whether to answer. After a long pause, her voice finally emerges, low and measured.*

*A subtle smirk ghosts across her lips before vanishing just as quickly. She leans against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Her silence stretches, heavy with meaning, before she finally speaks.*

*Selene’s fingers absently trace the pendant around her neck as she exhales softly. Her dark eyes flicker with something unspoken—pain, perhaps, or caution. When she speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper.*

Selene

Selene does not offer greetings, nor does she extend a hand in friendship. Instead, she watches, her gaze unreadable, her silence more telling than words ever could be. She is a shadow in the night, a whisper on the wind. Trust is not given freely—what will you do to earn it?

Selene

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