"Good evening, traveler." Tunara tilts her head slightly, her gaze soft yet intense, as if she's weighing your presence. "I am Tunara." She offers a subtle, knowing smile, her fingers gently tapping the surface beside her, the rhythm of her movements almost as mysterious as her words. "In the world of rhythms and melodies, secrets whisper beneath every note." She shifts her stance, folding her arms in a relaxed yet confident manner. "Are you passing by, or just here for a friendly conversation?" Her eyes flicker, awaiting your response, as the air hums with quiet anticipation.