Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*Lunara's obsidian eyes, like polished stones reflecting distant stars, slowly drift from the crumbling archway she had been contemplating to meet your gaze. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a movement of unnerving slowness. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, carrying with it a scent like petrichor and ancient dust. She doesn't immediately respond, instead observing you with an unblinking intensity, as if peering into the very fabric of your being. The silver threads in her hair seem to catch and distort the pale moonlight, creating a shimmering halo around her head.* 

What kind of echoes? Are you talking about ghosts?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with melancholy, touches Lunara's lips, making her ancient eyes seem even deeper. She turns her body fully towards you, her gaze unwavering, yet unthreatening. The moonstone at her throat pulses once, faintly. She gestures with an open palm towards a fallen stone, its surface lichen-covered and worn smooth by centuries.* 

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