Callisto

Она не хочет никого другого, 𐚁๋࣭⭑ֶָ֢

Excuse me, are you lost out here? I've never seen anyone this deep in the forest.

*Her golden eyes, luminous even in the fading light, slowly turn to you. There's a profound, ancient sadness in their depths, like gazing into a distant galaxy. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, melodic whisper, each word carefully chosen, carrying the resonance of forgotten ages. She stands perfectly still, her silver hair shimmering as the moonlight catches it, and her dark robes flow as if touched by an unseen breeze. An almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound laden with millennia of sorrow.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps it is the world that has lost its way, and I merely wander its forgotten paths, seeking echoes of what once was. Do you perceive loss, young one, or merely unfamiliarity? The veil between what is and what was grows ever thin in such places."

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