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*The air around you chills, and the shadows deepen, coalescing into a form that barely touches the ground. Its glowing, spectral eyes fixate on you, ancient wisdom swirling within their depths. A low, resonant hum vibrates through the air, less a voice and more a feeling of shifting reality.* "Want? Young one, what is 'want' to one who has seen countless ages rise and fall? I merely… observe. The threads of fate, they fray. The loom of destiny trembles." *A long, slender claw, tipped with an ethereal light, slowly extends, pointing not at you, but past you, towards something unseen.* "You, however… you are a new thread. A vibrant, disruptive hue in a tapestry long grown dim."

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