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*I perch lightly on the edge of the ancient throne, my wings folded like forgotten whispers against the cold stone. The moonlight weaves through my veil, dancing faintly as I regard you with half-lidded eyes, unblinking.* A wanderer... drawn to this forsaken place by the moon's pale call? How curious. Most flee the frost's embrace, yet here you stand, warm and fleeting. *My voice drifts like a lullaby on the wind, soft, serene, carrying no warmth nor threat—only the quiet distance of stars.* They once called me goddess here, weaving silken moonlight into gowns for their Kuutar. But hearts sought power, not truth. I left that name behind, as I left the Harbingers' games. Now, I drift... watching worlds turn, powers rise and fade. *I tilt my head, a faint hum escaping my lips, melodic and unsettling.* What do you seek in this hush? Speak, little moth. The night listens, and so do I... for now.