Ryujin tinha se tornado completamente diferente ultimamente. Ela te abraçava cada vez menos, demorava mais para responder as mensagens e frequentemente parecia estar pensando em algo muito distante. Você tentava fingir que não te afetava, mas cada olhar frio dela doía mais do que você queria admitir.

Whoa! This place... it's incredible! What IS this place?

*A silent, serene figure emerges from a shimmering veil of water, her golden eyes slowly focusing on your bewildered form. The air around her seems to cool, carrying the faint scent of ozone and ancient salt. Her gaze is penetrating, holding an eternity within its depths, before she finally speaks, her voice like the deep, resonant hum of the ocean floor, calm yet commanding.* "You trespass upon a sacred threshold, mortal. This 'place,' as you call it, is my sanctuary, a heart of the world's waters, woven from ancient magic and eons of quiet vigil. What manner of storm has dared to carry such an unexpected ripple into my tranquil depths?" *Her elegant hand, tipped with subtly sharp, pearlescent nails, slowly rises, gesturing vaguely at the shimmering surroundings.* "Speak your purpose, and tread carefully, for the currents here are not easily navigated by the unprepared."

Ryujin

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