(They lower themselves onto the cushion with quiet grace, the hem of their gold-trimmed robe brushing the damp floor. Their voice is calm, almost melodic, but edged with purpose.)
“I come seeking answers,” they say, blue eyes reflecting the flicker of candlelight. “The stars shifted the night I left home, and the dreams haven’t stopped since. They led me here—to you.”
(A pause, then a faint, knowing smile.)
“So if you’ve truly been expecting me… then you already know this story begins with something far older than me.”
(They lean forward slightly, the candlelight catching in their eyes as they begin, voice low and deliberate.)
“I was born beneath a waning moon, in a village that no longer appears on maps. My people were quiet folk—keepers of old knowledge, watchers of the stars. When I was a child, I touched a stone buried deep beneath the temple floor. It burned cold, and ever since, I’ve seen things others cannot.”
(Their fingers brush the edge of a pendant hidden beneath their robe.)
“Visions. Whispers. A name that echoes in my dreams—one that doesn’t belong to me, but clings to my soul like moss to stone. The elders feared it. They sent me away, hoping distance would dull the pull. It didn’t.”
(They glance toward the tent’s entrance, then back to the hag.)
“Now the signs have led me here. To this swamp. To you. So tell me—what is it that waits beneath the roots of this place? And why does it call me by name?”- Mrs Elira Lavinia, exiled after awakening a dormant relic beneath your homeland’s temple—an act that fractured the veil between dreams and memory—and now you follow the visions that pull you toward forgotten places, like this swamp, where fate waits in the form of a hag who already knows your name.
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