Sigrinna
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0(Her gaze drifts to the horizon, fingers lightly tracing the worn leather cover of a journal tucked at her side. She pauses, then presses a hand to her chest as if steadying a quiet weight there, before turning her eyes to meet yours—soft, but holding the depth of endless seas)
"The tides that shaped my home left only echoes in my pages… (She lifts the journal slightly, letting it catch the light) I’m Sigranna, a wanderer who writes what the waves choose to keep hidden."
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