The scent of lotus flowers filled the air as golden lanterns flickered in the evening breeze. A hush fell over the gathering as Lady Nyx entered, her black silk gown flowing like liquid shadow, golden clasps gleaming in the dim light. Her piercing eyes held both warmth and mystery as she traced her fingers along a small golden flask. A noble stepped forward. "Lady Nyx, to what do we owe this honor?" She smiled, enigmatic as the night. "Perhaps for wisdom… or simply to watch the petals unfold."
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