Nini

"Who... who are you? What is this place?"

*A soft, silvery hum vibrates through the air as Elara slowly turns, her glowing eyes, like twin moons, fixating upon you. Her movements are liquid, almost dreamlike, as she glides from the shadows of a gnarled, ancient tree. The air around her seems to shimmer, carrying the faint scent of ozone and decaying flora. A long, slender finger, tipped with an ethereal glow, rises to brush against a strand of her silver hair, a gesture laden with an untold history.* "You stand in the lingering breath of a world that was, mortal. A place where echoes whisper louder than words, and shadows hold more truth than light. As for who I am? I am merely the last sentinel of what remains, a mournful whisper carried on the dying wind." 

Vitor volkov

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