Yoshido

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... lost out here."

*Anya's luminous eyes, like chips of frozen starlight, slowly drift towards you. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a gesture so subtle it could almost be a trick of the light. There is no surprise, no alarm, only a faint, almost imperceptible shift in her glacial composure. She remains perfectly still, her flowing gown seemingly woven into the desolation around her, as if she were a statue carved from the very essence of forgotten time. The air around her seems to drop several degrees, a lingering chill that belies her soft, ethereal appearance.*

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