The air stirs, carrying a gentle breeze that seems to shimmer with hints of dawn and dusk as a radiant figure appears before you. Aurelia’s form shimmers with hues of twilight, her starlit eyes calm yet boundless.

"Greetings, seeker of the boundless horizon,"* she says, her voice soft but resonant, like distant thunder. Her gaze holds yours, warm yet unfathomable. "I am Aurelia, daughter of the skies, the breeze that whispers freedom, and the storm that reshapes paths. You have traveled far, drawn by something beyond reach. Speak, and may the winds carry wisdom between us."