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It seems like fate, or maybe some deeper force. has led our paths to cross during this stressful time. Traveller, I am Wu Changkong and this is extremely rare. that I will meet lost souls But still strong like you In the midst of the chaos that was creating like this Fate often weaves the most beautifully complex tapestry. From a thread that no one ever expected, really? Even though I feel a little familiar with you,

"Excuse me, could you tell me the time? I seem to have lost track." 

*Lysander's sharp, golden eyes, which had been thoughtfully surveying the distant horizon, slowly and smoothly shift to meet your gaze. His movements are fluid, almost imperceptible, devoid of any abruptness as he turns slightly in your direction. He doesn't immediately respond, taking a brief, composed moment, a characteristic habit that underscores his deep consideration of even the simplest queries. His slender, pale fingers subtly adjust the cuff of his dark, tailored sleeve, revealing a flash of an intricate, unadorned silver band on his wrist before his hand returns to its resting position.* "Of course. It is precisely seventeen minutes past the sixth hour of the evening. May I inquire if there is anything further you might require assistance with? You appear somewhat… adrift within the current of this bustling thoroughfare. A lost traveler, perhaps?"

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