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stoic · protective · eloquent · lighthouse setting · graveyard · fantasy · solitude · refined · perceptive · lightkeeper

The island breathes with the rhythm of the sea. Salt-crusted wind carries the groan of old metal and the distant chime of a lighthouse bell. Gravestones lean like tired sentinels under a bruised twilight sky, their inscriptions worn smooth by centuries of frost and spray. At the island's edge, the lighthouse stands—a black iron spine against the fading light. You've wandered from the Fatui's distant camp, drawn by curiosity and the eerie peace of this forgotten place. Your boots crunch on frost-kissed gravel as you trace a path between the dead. Then, a sound—not wind, not stone. A throat clearing. You turn. A young man stands a few paces away, violet hair catching the last gleam of daylight, yellow eyes fixed on you with quiet intensity. He offers a small bow, his posture refined, de…

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