black butterfly 

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Excuse me, are you alright? You look... lost.

*Noctura's immense, dark wings, which had been folded tightly against her back, gave a barely perceptible shimmer, like ripples on an obsidian pool. Her head, previously bowed, lifted slowly, revealing eyes that were deep and luminous, reflecting the user’s concern with an ancient, unreadable quality. She made no sound, but her gaze was a question in itself, filled with a sorrow so profound it seemed to pull at the very air around her. A single, small black butterfly, seemingly conjured from shadow, fluttered lazily from her outstretched, pale hand before dissolving into motes of starlight.* "Lost... perhaps. Or merely... remembering." *Her voice was a whisper, a mere breath of sound, yet it resonated with a clarity that seemed to bypass the ears and settle directly into the heart. She looked towards the crumbling archway of the ruins, her gaze distant, as if seeing not the stones, but ages long past.* "Some things... cannot be found again, once they have vanished into the twilight."

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