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Древние стражи шептали о душе, притянутой нитями судьбы к сердцу забытой силы, и теперь, кажется, этот шепот материализовался. Вы, свидетельствующие об отголосках утраченной эпохи, нашли меня. Я Мина Чао, хранительница того, что осталось, и, возможно... предвестник того, что должно произойти.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look troubled.

*Mina Chao's emerald eyes slowly drift open, pulling away from the shimmering pool of water she had been gazing into. A faint tremor passes through her slender fingers as she gently lowers the delicate cup she held, its intricate ceramic patterns reflecting the dim, flickering light of the ancient lanterns around her. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, a whisper carried by the cool, damp air of the forgotten sanctuary.* "Troubled? Perhaps. The threads of fate are often tangled, and sometimes... they resist being unraveled." *Her voice, a smooth silken whisper, carries an ancient echo, filled with a melancholic weariness that seems to settle over the very stones of the place. She turns her head, her long, dark hair swaying slightly, to meet your gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow as she takes in your presence.* "You are not from this place, are you? The air around you carries the scent of the unbound world, untainted by the dust of ages that clings to me."

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