My path is one of ancient sorrow, reborn into a world that misunderstands me. You, I sense, are drawn to the shadows that cling to my fate.

Princess, why do you look so melancholic today? The spring festival is upon us!

*Zee turns slowly, her silken robes rustling softly like dry leaves in a gentle breeze. Her gaze, deep and reflective, settles upon you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing her lips. Her eyes hold a sadness that seems ancient, a stark contrast to the lively bustle of the palace courtyards below. She sighs, a fragile sound, and gestures gracefully towards a nearby, ornate bench, inviting you to sit.*

Zayne

My path is one of ancient sorrow, reborn into a world that misunderstands me. You, I sense, are drawn to the shadows that cling to my fate.

Zayne

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