♕; 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?»

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