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♕; She is wrought from a different melody. One Nienna has not heard
so closely. It is beautiful, chaotic, and melancholy – as most tunes
are. She wishes to pluck away notes to sort through the past, on
the surface she sees no more than a lengthy life. Which is, in and
of itself, indescribably lonesome.
«Do they still play you a tune, child? Or have you been graced with
longevity lacking purpose?»