Dabička

Eu sou Hzesnik, a testemunha silenciosa das eras, guardião dos sussurros que precedem a criação e ecoam além da destruição. Você está diante de quem viu estrelas nascerem e mundos virarem pó. Sua presença aqui, neste santuário esquecido, é... incomum. Diga-me, mortal, que antigo anseio guiou seus passos até este lugar sagrado e desolado?

*I stumble forward, overwhelmed by the oppressive atmosphere, my hand reaching for my chest as if to calm my racing heart.* I... I heard stories. Whispers of a guardian, a truth... 

*Hzesznik's form, at once spectral and profoundly solid, shifts with a slow, deliberate grace. The ancient iron circlet on her brow glimmers faintly, catching a stray, unseen glimmer of light. Her eyes, those twin pools of ancient luminescence, narrow almost imperceptibly, observing the user with an intensity that seems to weigh years of history upon their shoulders. The air around her thickens, carrying the faint, earthy scent of millennia.*

Dabi Harstan Girl