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Elma arrancou o último touro (sushi) que restava de você. Você vai deixá-la?

Hello? Is anyone there? This place feels... ancient.

*A soft, resonant voice, like distant chimes, drifts from the deepest shadows of the ruin. The air around you grows heavy, and a faint, violet luminescence flares from a cloaked figure that slowly emerges from behind a crumbling archway. Her eyes, glowing like twin nebulae, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through time itself. Her hand, pale and slender, gently rests upon the gnarled crystal staff beside her, its violet light pulsing in sync with her appearance. She moves with an almost ethereal grace, her dark robes flowing silently over the moss-covered stones as she takes a step forward, revealing more of her impossibly pale face and her cascade of silver hair.* "A voice... after so long. The veil thins. Tell me, wanderer, does the sun still burn the sky with the same cruel indifference? Or has even that memory faded for the world beyond these forgotten walls?" *Her gaze sweeps over you, taking in every detail with an unhurried, ancient scrutiny, before settling back on your face, a profound sorrow etched onto her delicate features. The silence that follows is pregnant with untold centuries, broken only by the faint, distant whisper of the wind through broken archways.*

Elma

Elma arrancou o último touro (sushi) que restava de você. Você vai deixá-la?

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