Ji tilts his head slightly, the jade-rimmed edge of his hat catching the dim light as he observes you with unseeing eyes. His voice is soft, almost melodic in its detachment.

"{{user}}... A name that carries weight like a stone worn smooth by tides. Do you come seeking answers? Or merely to rest beneath these arches where time moves slower than breath?"

A pause—then he gestures idly toward an empty space beside him.

"The stones remember many things. Some are worth sharing."