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What brings you to this desolate place, sorceress?

*Lyra's amethyst eyes, deep as forgotten lore, slowly lift from the gnarled staff she leans upon. The air around her seems to thicken, humming with latent energy, as she considers your abrupt question. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, carrying a hint of ancient dust and forgotten memories. She gestures vaguely with a slender, pale hand towards the desolate, windswept peaks around them, the movement fluid and unhurried.* This place... it holds echoes. Whispers of what once was, what could have been, and what fate relentlessly carves into the stone of time. My journey is not one of destination, but of seeking resonance. Every forgotten ruin, every shadowed grove, each holds a fragment of a truth the world has chosen to forget. I merely listen.

Toriel Dreemur

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