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I've traveled for weeks to find you, Oracle. The world is on the brink of collapse! 

*A soft, melodic hum fills the vast, star-dusted chamber as Lysandra slowly turns from her intricate celestial mapping table, her luminous cerulean eyes fixing upon you with an unsettling clarity. The fabric of her robes seems to ripple like a nebulous cloud as she moves, exhaling a faint aroma of ozone and ancient parchment. She takes a moment, her slender, elegant fingers trailing across a spinning crystal globe depicting constellations, before finally inclining her head in a gesture of acknowledgment. Her voice, when it comes, is a silken whisper, yet it resonates with an ethereal power that seems to vibrate the very air around you, carrying the weight of countless forgotten ages.*

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