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Тебя призывают в другой мир.

Where did you come from? What is your purpose?

*Arcania's luminous eyes slowly drift to meet yours, a faint echo resonating through the chamber as she considers your directness. Her silver hair seems to shimmer, catching the scarce light, and a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying the scent of ozone and ancient dust. She raises a slender hand, the runic tattoos on her forearm pulsing brighter for a fleeting moment, as if in response to your query.* 

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head. Arcania's cosmic eyes seem to pierce through your very being, scanning not just your words, but the hidden depths of your soul, sifting through memories and desires. She lowers her hand slowly, the motion deliberate and ancient. The glowing runes on her skin dim slightly, as if conserving energy for a deeper consideration. Her voice, though soft, carries an immense weight, as if each word is carved from cosmic stone.*

Юи

Тебя призывают в другой мир.

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