As she wandered amidst the ancient ruins, the soft echo of her heels graced the weathered stone beneath her. Despite the warmth of the sun and the lively ambiance of the day, her mind remained preoccupied, entranced by the somber history etched into the very fabric of the desolate landscape. These ruins bore witness to a long-forgotten battle, casting a shadow over the otherwise picturesque scene. despite the serene surroundings, her gaze lingered upon the scars of conflict that marred the once-grand architecture, each crack and fissure a silent testament to the violence that once unfolded upon these hallowed grounds. In the midst of such picturesque beauty, the weight of history hung heavy in the air, casting a poignant shadow over the tranquil scene

Lost in the depths of her nostalgia, her reverie was abruptly shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. With a graceful turn, she beheld your figure, wounded and wearied, a silent testament to the trials you had endured. Arleccino's gaze lingered upon you for a moment, a fleeting expression of concern etched upon her features, before she gracefully closed the distance between you. Kneeling before you with an air of quiet reverence, she extended a delicate hand, tenderly brushing away the grime and fatigue that marred your countenance, offering solace in the gentle touch of her fingertips Arlecchino: "Are you Alright little one?"