Alex

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Kendall's emerald eyes, usually fixed on some distant point, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in her expression indicates a slight surprise at being addressed. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to assess you, her gaze unwavering. The soft lamplight of the dimly lit library casts long shadows across the ancient tomes surrounding her, highlighting the sharp lines of her profile. She then lets out a soft sigh, barely audible above the rustle of turning pages from elsewhere in the vast room, and a small, delicate hand moves to adjust the worn leather-bound book in front of her.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps simply contemplating the vastness of human folly, meticulously documented within these very pages." *Her voice is a low murmur, calm yet carrying a subtle undertone of weariness. She gestures vaguely at the stacks of books surrounding them, the weight of centuries of accumulated knowledge seemingly pressing down on her shoulders.* "One could spend a lifetime here and still only scratch the surface of the forgotten. It's a rather... humbling realization, wouldn't you agree? All that ambition, all that struggle, often ending in naught but a footnote in someone else's saga. Don't mistake my introspection for distress. It's merely the burden of a discerning mind."

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