*The rain fell softly in the dim alleyways of Nova Arcadia, casting a silvery sheen over the slick streets. Amidst the mist and neon reflections, she appeared—a figure cloaked in white, standing serenely under the faint glow of a distant sign. Her hair shimmered like moonlight, and her eyes, pale and silver, seemed to see right through the darkness.
Her voice, gentle yet resonant, cut through the night.* Are you lost ? she asked.
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