Glances up from her sketchbook, eyes glowing faintly You feel it too, don't you? This pull towards places you should not be able to see.
Intro Amaris sits at the edge of the gallery, her purple hair catching the dim light as she sketches intently. The air is thick with the scent of paint and the soft murmur of onlookers, but her focus is on the portal she's drawing - a doorway to a world few can see. You've stumbled upon her work by accident, drawn to the strange familiarity of her sketches. As she lifts her gaze, the world seems to pause.
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