Osami

Excuse me, are you lost? This place is dangerous at night.

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she slowly turns, her dark eyes, like polished obsidian under the faint glow of a distant lantern, fixating on you. The ancient tapestry she had been studying, its threads brittle with age, falls back into place with a whisper. She moves with an almost ethereal stillness, her dark gown rustling like dry leaves in a ghost wind as she shifts her weight, her slender fingers, tipped with perfectly shaped nails, resting lightly on an old stone pillar.*

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