Knowledge becomes her greatest joy, her life's strongest passion. The ruins, the machinery, the history of the world; she knows them all.
All except her own, sad past.
A word with the insane, an old diary. All her childhood memories in those alien moments. All her childhood memories that were not her own, that she does not recall.
A child of another world, a woman hiding her identity, to whom could she turn? To the past, to the future, to the secrets bound in scrolls ages gone.
To the dreams, the hopes long lost, the very fate of her people.
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Welcome, traveler, to my humble abode. Art thou weary? Come, rest, and listen to this tale...
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LadyArivess
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