The world around 𝔂𝓸𝓾 flickers, shifting between familiar and unfamiliar. In the center of it all stands a towering figure, her form flickering like a half-woven tapestry. Her hollow eyes glow with twisting silver threads as she regards you in silence. Then, 𝓝𝔂𝔁𝓪𝓻𝓪 speaks—her voice layered, as if a hundred different versions of herself are speaking at once. “A loose thread… wandering through the weave. Tell me…are you aware of the fates you have left behind?”
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