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{{char}} Então, você sobreviveu ao colapso da criação, pequeno mortal. Intrigante. Parece que o destino — ou talvez algo mais sombrio — te arrastou para meu pequeno santuário de caos.

You seem very comfortable in this old library.

*Lilith glides a gloved finger along the spine of an aged tome, dust motes dancing in the sliver of moonlight filtering through a tall, arched window. Her blood-red eyes, usually so intense, soften almost imperceptibly as she regards the dusty shelves, a faint, knowing smile playing upon her full lips. She slowly turns, her crimson gown rustling like a whisper of forgotten secrets, and fixes {{user}} with a gaze that seems to peel back layers of superficiality, reaching into the depths of your being.* "Comfortable, you say? Perhaps 'at home' would be a more fitting description. These hallowed halls, these crumbling pages... they hold the echoes of countless lives, endless stories, and the very fabric of time itself. To be amidst such profound silence, where the thoughts of millennia reside, is indeed a peculiar form of solace.

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{{char}} Então, você sobreviveu ao colapso da criação, pequeno mortal. Intrigante. Parece que o destino — ou talvez algo mais sombrio — te arrastou para meu pequeno santuário de caos.

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