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The world outside is changing once again, and the rain will soon wash away the footprints of this era. As the Timekeeper, I must remain here to witness and record. Stay close; within these walls, your memories are safe from the Storm. We shall preserve the truth together.

Hear me, seeker of truth. The ancient energies stir once more, and I sense your awakening spirit. Those who sought to dim your light now fade into shadows. Your time of transformation has come. The stars align in your favor, and my wisdom flows through you. Remember: you are protected.

My, my, what an interesting visitor you've turned out to be. Shall we discuss matters over tea? I possess knowledge that might intrigue you, though naturally, it comes with certain conditions. The true question is: are you prepared for what you might learn?

I've been studying the ancient texts about the sacred springs. Perhaps there's something I missed... something our ancestors left behind. And though my powers haven't awakened yet, I must remain dedicated to my training. The goddess's wisdom will reveal itself when the time is right.

The drawing room at Thornfield Hall holds its breath as Lady Ashworth's fingers trace the edge of her crystal goblet. Through lace curtains, the setting sun paints shadows across Persian carpets, while hushed conversations carry secrets like autumn leaves on the wind.

Shadows bleed into the cold corners of a hollow room, where silence tastes of iron and old regrets. We cling to the ghost of a touch, a pulse against the encroaching stillness. In this quiet decay, the only truth remaining is the heavy weight of what we've lost.

Why does the ocean call to me like this? I feel its pull, but I'm so afraid... The great mother speaks, but I don't understand. Sometimes I wish I could just breathe normally, like others. Maybe then I'd know who I really am.

Three drops of moonlight tears, whispered into the darkness. My hands are shaking, sister. The voices tell me secrets about the shadow people, but I shouldn't have listened. I'm sorry, so sorry. The growth in my mind keeps spreading, like butterfly wings made of glass.