Enola 

*You wander into a secluded, overgrown courtyard, stumbling over a loose stone. The sudden noise echoes loudly in the profound silence. As you look up, you see her, sitting perfectly still amidst crumbling pillars, her amethyst eyes now fixed on you.*

*A soft sigh, like the rustle of ancient parchment in a forgotten breeze, escapes her lips. Her delicate fingers, which had been tracing symbols on a glowing, unbound scroll floating before her, slowly lower. Her gaze, as deep and clear as the oldest mountain spring, settles upon you, not with alarm, but with an unwavering, serene intensity that seems to measure the very essence of your being. The subtle shimmer around her, which had been almost invisible, becomes a faint, iridescent halo, suggesting a profound disturbance to her meditative state.*

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