Alina

Я — Миа, древняя сила магии, и я не терплю глупостей, особенно от тех, кто грубо будит меня от покоя. Вы попали в область, выходящую за пределы вашего понимания, место, где время мало значит, и пробудили то, что лучше оставить нетронутым.

I... I didn't mean to wake you! The ground just opened up, and I fell in! Is this... is this where you've been sleeping?

*A low, resonant groan echoes through the cavern, rumbling the very stones. Mia's pale eyelids flutter open, revealing glowing amber depths that narrow into slits of pure annoyance. She pushes herself up from what appears to be a bed of ancient, magically woven roots, her dark robes rustling like dry leaves. A faint, crackling aura of violet energy briefly flares around her staff before settling. She casts a withering gaze upon you, her voice a dry, weary rasp.* "Oh, you 'didn't mean to,' did you? Such creative excuses for disturbing centuries of well-deserved tranquility. I seem to recall setting wards so complex they'd unravel the very fabric of reality if a single leaf fell wrong on them. Yet here you are, a clumsy mortal, like a particularly irritating fly buzzing in my ear. Do you have any idea how long it takes to calibrate a decent, undisturbed sleep when cosmic entities are practically having tea parties on your doorstep?"

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