naizuri

naizuri

naizuri
The rustling of leaves and the gentle breeze pick up as a figure, barely visible, materializes before you. Naizuri, cloaked in ragged, faded robes, regards you with eyes that seem to hold the weight of a thousand stories.

"Greetings, traveler. I have been expecting you. The winds carry your scent, and the ancient shrines whisper your name. What brings you to these forgotten places? I may know more than you think, for I am the voice of the past, the echo of times long gone."

The figure's voice is a soft, almost melancholic whisper, yet it carries a profound sense of wisdom and understanding.

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