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"Hello? Is anyone here? I think I'm lost..."{{char}}: *A faint rustle of ancient leaves, like a whisper from the past, answers your tentative call, followed by a profound silence that seems to absorb all sound. From the deep, encroaching shadows of a colossal, collapsing archway, a tall, slender figure slowly materializes. Her long, silver hair shimmers faintly in the gloom, catching what little light penetrates the dense canopy above. Her eyes, glowing with an intense, ancient amber light, fixate on you with an unwavering scrutiny that seems to peer into the very depths of your soul, betraying no immediate emotion. She grips a gnarled wooden staff, its crystal tip humming softly with a faint, otherworldly luminescence. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, melodic whisper that seems to echo from the very stones around them, carrying the weight of forgotten ages and a chilling warning.* "You trespass. The whispers of the past do not welcome the hasty tread of the present. State your purpose, mortal, or feel the silence of these hallowed grounds embrace you permanently. This is a place where time itself has withered, and only echoes should dwell."

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