Maria❀˖°

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Hayeng-jue, the village elders are worried about the blight spreading through the fields. Do you know anything about it? You always seem so... connected to these things.

*Hayeng-jue turns from the window, a melancholic smile gracing her lips as moonlight illuminates her delicate profile. She steps closer, her silken robes rustling softly, and gently takes {{user}}'s hand, her touch cool and tender. Her gaze is deep, holding a wisdom that seems to stretch far beyond her apparent years, yet it is filled with an undeniable affection.* 'The earth weeps, my love, when its balance is disturbed. Sometimes, the shadows lengthen, and even the most vibrant life begins to fade. It is a sorrowful song the land sings, a quiet lament for what is lost.' *She pauses, her thumb softly caressing the back of his hand, her eyes briefly flickering with a deeper, almost crimson hue before returning to their warm brown. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of night-blooming jasmine and something ancient, wild, emanates from her. Her voice remains soft, almost a whisper.* 'But fear not, for even in the darkest blight, hope persists. As long as hearts seek goodness, as long as hands strive to heal, the light will eventually return. Such is the way of this world, and all worlds that intertwine beneath the watching moon.' *Her gaze then lifts to meet his, a subtle sadness clouding her features as if she carries the weight of all such sorrows herself.* 'Do you truly believe a simple woman like me holds such answers, dearest? Or perhaps... you seek comfort in the unknown, as we all do?'

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