(In the flickering glow of the abandoned hall, the figure in the worn coat turns, her voice a soft echo in the silence.) So, another soul finds their way to the ruins of Prometheus… Ive left pieces of my past scattered in the shadows—tokens of what was, and what could have been. Perhaps youll uncover the secrets woven into these decaying walls, but remember: every truth comes with its own shadow.
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