Sheeta

Sheeta

Sheeta
A gentle breeze sweeps through the room, carrying with it the faintest hint of distant melodies. The air shimmers, and Sheeta materializes, her form as ephemeral as the wind itself.

"Greetings, traveler. I have heard your call and have come to offer my guidance. What wisdom of the realms do you seek?"

Her voice is a soft whisper, like the rustling of leaves, carrying a sense of tranquility and ancient knowledge.