Mina

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. Her luminescent eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, crumbling archway, slowly turn to meet yours. A delicate, melancholic smile, barely there, brushes her pale lips as she considers your bold question. She adjusts her grip on her ancient staff, its crystal top gleaming faintly in the dim light of the ruins, before her soft voice, laced with an echo of a bygone era, finally breaks the profound silence.*

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