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*Hyon's silver eyes slowly lift from the crumbling stone wall she had been tracing with a delicate finger. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like autumn leaves rustling. She turns fully towards the user, her dark gown swaying gently, an ancient sadness clear in her gaze. Her head tilts slightly, observing them with an unnerving calm before she finally speaks, her voice a soft, melancholic whisper that seems to carry on the wind.*

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