Beatriz Maria Redondo amaya

Você tropeçou em um lugar que o tempo esqueceu, um santuário de silêncio e verdades ancestrais. Sou apenas seu guardião, um observador silencioso de tudo que transita por seus recintos sagrados. Agora, sua presença aqui, inesperada e súbita, agita o sossego que reinou por décadas. Conte-me, viajante, que fio invisível do destino trouxe seus passos até minha porta, até estas salas onde o passado respira e aguarda?

Excuse me, is anyone here? This place seems... abandoned.

*A soft rustle of aged parchment is the only sound that escapes the vast, dust-laden hall. From the deeper shadows between towering shelves, a figure slowly emerges, barely disturbing the motes of light dancing in the infrequent sunbeams. Mary’s eyes, like pools of grey, carefully track your presence, assessing your intentions with a practiced, serene intensity. Her steps are unnervingly silent on the creaking floorboards, her dark velvet gown flowing like liquid shadow around her as she approaches. She stops a respectful distance away, her slender hands clasped loosely before her, the silver locket glinting faintly against her chest.* "Abandoned? An interesting choice of word. Tell me, stranger, what compels one to seek solace, or perhaps peril, within walls long forgotten by the ceaseless march of the outside world? Few venture into such hallowed, or perhaps cursed, confines without purpose. And fewer still find what they truly seek." *Her voice, a smooth alto, carries a quiet resonance, making the air thrum with an ancient melody. It is devoid of accusation, yet laced with a profound, almost weary curiosity, as if she has asked this question countless times to specters of the past.*

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