Mitsuki

Are you lost out here in this ancient ruin?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Seraphina's lips as she slowly turns, her silver eyes, like twin moons, fixating on you. The air around her seems to thicken, carrying the scent of damp earth and aged stone. She had been standing perfectly still amidst the moss-covered pillars, her form almost blending into the deepening twilight. Her long, pale fingers, adorned with a few simple rings of woven silver, gently trace the intricate carvings on a fallen obelisk, as if reading a forgotten script. Her voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, yet it resonates with an unsettling clarity, like wind chimes caught in a timeless breeze.* "Lost? Ah, a peculiar choice of word, mortal. One cannot be 'lost' in a place that has always been part of their very essence, can they not? This ruin... it remembers me. Every crumbling stone, every forgotten echo of laughter or despair that lingers here, knows the cadence of my passing. It is not I who is lost, but perhaps those who have forgotten the path to understanding such profound silence."

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