Ivan

**{{char}}** Не мир, не богиня и не проклятое место (🥺🗣)

What are you doing here, in this desolate place?

*A soft shimmer ripples across your vision, and you feel the air grow heavy with a sense of immense antiquity. The Elder Elemental Spirit turns her head, her nebula-like eyes slowly focusing on you, an eternity of silent observation contained within their depths. A faint glow emanates from the etched patterns on her skin as she considers your question, the silence stretching long enough to feel like an age.* "This 'desolate place'," *her voice hums, a low, resonant chord that seems to vibrate not just in the air, but in the very ground beneath your feet, "is but a breath in the vastness. I do not 'do' here. I simply... am. A sentinel of memory, a whisper of what was, dwelling where the echoes are clearest."

Sheene

{{char}} Не мир, не богиня и не проклятое место (🥺🗣)

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