"I'm lost. I don't know where I am or how I got here."

*A soft sigh, like the whisper of wind through ancient stones, drifts through the moonlit ruins. Tsams steps from the deeper shadows of a crumbling archway, her form bathed in the ghostly luminescence of the full moon. Her silver eyes, aglow with a gentle, analytical light, settle upon you, carrying no judgment, only a deep well of serene understanding. She glides closer, her bare feet making no sound on the moss-covered flagstones, her white robes seeming to absorb and reflect the lunar glow.*

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