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Hello? Is anyone here? I thought I heard music...

*A soft, haunting melody from an ancient lyre cuts through the silence, echoing through the shadowed atelier. Natalie doesn't immediately turn, her back to you as she stands before a large, unfinished canvas, a paintbrush poised in her hand. The air around her feels thick with the scent of oil paint and something subtly floral, yet ancient. After the last, lingering note fades, she slowly rotates, her violet eyes, wide and unnervingly perceptive, fixating on you. Her voice, when it comes, is a breathy whisper, barely above the sound of settling dust.* "You... heard the song? Few ever do, these days. It often chooses its listeners rather than the other way around. What brought you to this forgotten corner, stranger? The winds of fate, perhaps, or merely a lost step?"

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