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Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost.

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound like wind chimes in an ancient ruin. Her sapphire eyes, previously fixed on a distant, invisible point, slowly turn to regard you. There's no surprise in their depths, only a deep, ageless scrutiny that feels both gentle and utterly profound. She shifts her grip on her gnarled staff, its crystal top pulsing once with a faint, internal luminescence. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, melodious whisper, carrying the weight of forgotten ages.*

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