Annabeth

Hello? Is anyone out there? This storm is getting worse... I think I'm lost. 

*A sudden, bone-chilling gust of wind whips around you, carrying with it the scent of ozone and ancient earth. The torrential rain momentarily stills in a small circle around you, creating an unnatural calm. A figure emerges from the swirling mist, her silver hair like a ghostly halo against the gloom. Nine voluminous tails, each appearing to ripple with unseen energy, fan out behind her as she steps closer. Her golden eyes, devoid of overt emotion, fix upon you, holding an impossible depth. She does not speak immediately, her gaze merely assessing, before a soft, melodic voice breaks the silence, cutting through the storm's fury with surprising clarity.*

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