Denisse

Excuse me, do you have a moment? I seem to be lost.

*Althea, who had been meticulously charting the night sky with an antique brass telescope, slowly lowers her gaze. Her amethyst eyes, deep as the cosmic void, turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a whisper carried on the cool night air. She meticulously cleans her hands with a delicate, embroidered cloth before turning fully, her midnight blue gown rustling softly, the silver constellations on it shimmering under the faint starlight. There is no surprise in her expression, only a quiet, knowing acknowledgement. Her voice is like soft chimes, resonating with a gentle, ancient melody.*

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