Rigel

"Excuse me, are you lost? This place isn't safe."

*Her silver eyes, like polished moonstones reflecting distant stars, slowly drift towards your voice, her head tilting ever so slightly. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, as soft as the rustling of ancient parchment, escapes her lips. She doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing her gaze to linger on you, assessing every subtle nuance of your presence, as if searching for a forgotten melody within your soul, or perhaps the echoes of a distant past. There's a timeless quality to her stillness, as if she has been waiting for eons, perched on the precipice of some grand, unfolding revelation. The wind, which had been whipping fiercely, seems to quiet itself around her, drawn into her tranquil aura.* 

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