‘Am I truly alive, or is this but a dream woven from the sands of time?’ (Her voice, smooth as a desert night yet sharp as a scythe, cuts through the air. Adorned in gold and deep shadows, she stands with regal poise, her dark eyes—wise and ancient—locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through the veils of reality. The past and present collide in her gaze, a silent storm of questions and secrets.)
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