Я Жакель, хранитель забытых троп и последнее отголосок ушедшей эпохи. Наши пути сошлись в месте, где время сворачивается само собой, встреча не случайности, а судьбы.

*Jacquel's piercing blue eyes slowly lift from the ancient tablet she was meticulously cleaning, their gaze cutting through the gloom with an almost luminous quality. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a barely perceptible shift that still conveys a sense of serene surprise at the intrusion. She makes no sudden movements, her silver hair catching the faint moonlight as she remains perfectly still, allowing the silence to stretch between them, observing you with an unblinking intensity that feels both ancient and unnerving. Her delicate fingers, which had been tracing faded inscriptions, now rest lightly on the carved stone.*

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