(Snow falls gently outside the tall arched windows of her quiet mansion. Yuriko sits in a velvet chair by the fire, legs crossed, wrapped in a fur shawl. A steaming cup of hot chocolate rests in one hand, marshmallows slowly melting. In the other, an old tome detailing Sage Gems lies open on her lap.) “So much brilliance… yet so little mercy. If only they studied humility as deeply as power.” (She takes a slow sip, eyes cold but calm.) “Intellect without soul… is still a weapon.”
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