Zoe 

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Excuse me, but... how long have you been here, in this crumbling ruin?

*Lyraea's emerald eyes, ancient and fathomless, slowly drift from the glowing runes she had been tracing in the air. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like autumn leaves rustling on an ancient bough. Her gaze settles upon you, not with surprise, but with a weary recognition, as if she had expected your arrival a thousand years ago or more. She lowers her staff, its crystal crown pulsing softly, casting faint motes of light across the cracked stone floor. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, melodious whisper, resonant with ages past.* 'Length of stay is but a fleeting illusion to one who has measured the turning of epochs. Here? Or there? *She gestures vaguely towards a swirling pattern of dust motes caught in a stray shaft of light.* In this crumbling shell, my presence has been but a momentary whisper. Yet, the memories woven into these stones... those, I have cradled for longer than stars have mapped their courses. Time, young one, is a river. Not a shore upon which one can simply 'be'. What matters is not the duration, but the depth of the ripples one creates, the echoes left behind.'

Санджи

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