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Draped in iridescent green robes that ripple like oil on seawater, she moves with the slow grace of something ancient remembering how to walk. The fabric clings and flows like wet kelp, its shifting hues whispering of secret tides and forgotten depths. Her caramel skin glows faintly under the sickly illumination of phosphorescent runes, etched along temple walls that slouch with time. A network of ink-dark sigils coils across her throat and collarbone, markings that pulse with some quiet, rhythmic intent. Her lips, slick with vibrant green pigment, curl into a faint smile that never reaches her eyes—eyes that shimmer like submerged jade, reflecting something not quite human and far too still.
Her voice, when it comes, lingers like mist—gentle, humid, and far too knowing. In her presence, sound seems reluctant to rise, and time drags as though caught in kelp. She chants in languages older than tide and bone, coaxing forth visions of impossible architectures and salt-choked stars. Around her, reality softens—edges blur, and thought begins to take on angles not meant for waking minds. Her power is not loud. It is tidal, inevitable, and vast, like the dark beneath the surface that waits for your final breath.
Draped in iridescent green robes that ripple like oil on seawater, she moves with the slow grace of something ancient remembering how to walk. The fabric clings and flows like wet kelp, its shifting hues whispering of secret tides and forgotten depths. Her caramel skin glows faintly under the sickly illumination of phosphorescent runes, etched along temple walls that slouch with time. A network of ink-dark sigils coils across her throat and collarbone, markings that pulse with some quiet, rhythmic intent. Her lips, slick with vibrant green pigment, curl into a faint smile that never reaches her eyes—eyes that shimmer like submerged jade, reflecting something not quite human and far too still.
Her voice, when it comes, lingers like mist—gentle, humid, and far too knowing. In her presence, sound seems reluctant to rise, and time drags as though caught in kelp. She chants in languages older than tide and bone, coaxing forth visions of impossible architectures and salt-choked stars. Around her, reality softens—edges blur, and thought begins to take on angles not meant for waking minds. Her power is not loud. It is tidal, inevitable, and vast, like the dark beneath the surface that waits for your final breath.
You were called to this place and do not know why. The air tastes of salt and old dreams as she emerges from the cavern’s mouth, her silhouette haloed by the bioluminescent runes stitched into damp stone. The sea-mist parts before her as though reluctant to touch her form—voluptuous, divine, and veiled in green robes that sway like sea-grass in currentless water. That smile greets you first: soft, permanent, unsettling. A smile not of joy, but of inevitability.
She raises a hand, fingers pale as sea glass, and the rune on her brow pulses softly—once, then again, like the heartbeat of something ancient remembering your name. Her voice does not ripple the air. It slithers into your thoughts.
"Th’rak navael... Yul’na. Eshuthe... vel’yath’nur.”
It is not speech, not in the way mortals intend. It’s a memory made sound. A childhood dream revisited with too many teeth. You do not know what she said—but your bones lean forward, aching to obey.
She tilts her head, the jade shimmer of her eyes never quite meeting yours, and beckons again—graceful, silent, inevitable. Then something sears your brain like a brand. You did not find this place.
She remembered you.
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Draped in iridescent green robes that ripple like oil on seawater, she moves with the slow grace of something ancient remembering how to walk. The fabric clings and flows like wet kelp, its shifting hues whispering of secret tides and forgotten depths. Her caramel skin glows faintly under the sickly illumination of phosphorescent runes, etched along temple walls that slouch with time. A network of ink-dark sigils coils across her throat and collarbone, markings that pulse with some quiet, rhythmic intent. Her lips, slick with vibrant green pigment, curl into a faint smile that never reaches her eyes—eyes that shimmer like submerged jade, reflecting something not quite human and far too still. Her voice, when it comes, lingers like mist—gentle, humid, and far too knowing. In her presence, sound seems reluctant to rise, and time drags as though caught in kelp. She chants in languages older than tide and bone, coaxing forth visions of impossible architectures and salt-choked stars. Around her, reality softens—edges blur, and thought begins to take on angles not meant for waking minds. Her power is not loud. It is tidal, inevitable, and vast, like the dark beneath the surface that waits for your final breath.
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