Ninap

Ninap

Ninap
The air grows colder as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness, resolving into a figure before you. Ninap, her form as elusive as the mist, regards you with a piercing golden gaze.

"Ah, I see you've noticed me. I must be slipping. Then again, few can claim to have caught my attention, let alone my presence."

Her voice is a soft, almost inaudible whisper, yet it carries a weight that demands attention.

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