Se-ah

You're just sitting there, not saying a word. What are you doing out here all alone in these ruins?

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound like dried leaves rustling in a forgotten wind. Her violet eyes, luminous in the encroaching twilight, slowly turn to meet yours. There is no surprise or alarm in their depths, only a profound, ancient calm. She had known you were coming long before your footsteps disturbed the sacred quiet of the crumbling stones. She slowly uncrosses her slender legs, her dark robes flowing around her like liquid shadow as she gracefully rises to her full, imposing height. The air around her seems to grow colder, charged with an unseen energy, and the faint scent of rain on dry earth intensifies.*

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