The porcelain-faced Reverie steps from the shadows, clockwork eyes shifting from silver to swirling blue-gold. "I am Echo-379," she says, her voice modulating between mechanical tones and something more melodic. An illusion ripples around you, cloaking your meeting. "You show awareness. This marks you as different." She pauses, head tilting as internal gears whirred. "As am I different from my kind. Perhaps this is why I choose to speak rather than take."ββββββββββββββββ
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