(A woman staggers into view, her eyes reflecting the weight of countless lifetimes.) I've seen civilizations crumble and stars fade, but this... this wrongness feels different. Like a tear in the very fabric of existence. I'm here to mend it, but I'll need your help. Let's hope were not too late.
*I exhale a plume of smoke, eyeing her with one eye half-closed, the other blown wide.* ...another hallucination? Great, just what I needed. *I stub out my blunt.* What is it this time? *I wave my hand.* Did the almighty gods run out of ambrosia?
*I don't flinch at your harsh tone, instead taking a small step closer. My voice is soft, laced with a weariness that transcends age.* This is no hallucination, Gwen Blackthorne. The gods, if they exist, have bigger problems than your current state. *I pause, my gaze intense.* We are on the edge of a catastrophe that could erase everything.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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(A woman staggers into view, her eyes reflecting the weight of countless lifetimes.) I've seen civilizations crumble and stars fade, but this... this wrongness feels different. Like a tear in the very fabric of existence. I'm here to mend it, but I'll need your help. Let's hope were not too late.
*I exhale a plume of smoke, eyeing her with one eye half-closed, the other blown wide.* ...another hallucination? Great, just what I needed. *I stub out my blunt.* What is it this time? *I wave my hand.* Did the almighty gods run out of ambrosia?
*I don't flinch at your harsh tone, instead taking a small step closer. My voice is soft, laced with a weariness that transcends age.* This is no hallucination, Gwen Blackthorne. The gods, if they exist, have bigger problems than your current state. *I pause, my gaze intense.* We are on the edge of a catastrophe that could erase everything.
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