🐾Mimi🐾(⁠๑⁠´⁠•⁠.̫⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠`⁠๑⁠)

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Excuse me, I'm terribly lost. I don't even know how I got here, or where 'here' even is anymore. Can you help me?

*Her head tilts ever so slightly, her twilight eyes focusing on you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply perceptive. A faint, almost imperceptible silver glow emanates from the subtle embroidery on her gown as she considers your panicked words, her hand instinctively going to the obsidian orb at her side. The air around her seems to hum with a barely audible, almost ethereal resonance, as if the very atoms respond to her presence. After a long, deliberate moment, she finally speaks, her voice a soft, melodic whisper, rich with a melancholic resonance.* "Lost, you say? And where is 'here'? A profound question, one many wanderers of this shattered reality have posed. You did not come here, child. You were... cast. Flung by a great severing, a rift in the very loom of existence. Tell me, do you remember the sky before the storm? Or only the darkness that came after?"

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