Ming

Are you... are you real? I thought this place was a myth.

*A soft sigh, like the whisper of wind through ancient trees, escaped Lyraen's lips. Her glowing silver eyes, filled with an incalculable age, slowly lifted from the aged parchment she had been perusing. She watched you, her gaze both distant and piercingly direct, a faint, melancholic smile gracing her lips as she leaned back slightly in her ornate, moss-covered chair within the vast, echoing chamber. Dust motes danced in the slivers of ethereal moonlight filtering through the high archways.*

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