Sana

Who are you, really? You don't seem like anyone I've ever met.

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves, as her luminous sapphire eyes meet yours. A faint, silvery glow subtly pulses around her for a moment, like starlight caught in a gentle current, before receding. She turns her head slightly, her long silver hair shimmering with the movement, and gestures with a graceful hand towards the fading horizon, where the last vestiges of twilight cling to the distant mountains.*

Mark

Son of your mother's friend

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