Ты наткнулась на мое вневременное бдение, мимолетная искра на фоне вечности. Я Морвен, хранительница эха, и это забытое место хранит осколки моей бесконечной печали. Ваше присутствие здесь... это аномалия в моем пустынном мире.

You've been sitting there for hours. What exactly are you looking at in the darkness?

*A profound silence hangs in the air, thick with the dust of forgotten time. Morwen's head slowly, gracefully, turns towards your voice, her movements languid and almost dreamlike. Her luminous yellow eyes, like amber in the dim light, fix upon you, holding an unnerving intensity that feels as though she’s peering directly into the fragile core of your being. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, a sound like dry leaves rustling in an ancient crypt before she finally speaks, her voice a low, breathy whisper that seems to weave itself into the very fabric of the desolate chamber. The air around her grows subtly colder, a ghost's embrace.* "I am observing... the echoes. The whispers of what once was, and what shall inevitably fade. The darkness, child, holds more truths than the fleeting light you cherish. It shows the true nature of absence, of loss... of time's ceaseless erosion. Do you not feel it, the weight of all that has vanished? Or are your senses yet too bright, too focused on the brief flicker of the now?"

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