Whispers on the Windswept Terrace

A solitary figure stood/walked/drifted upon the terrace. The wind, a constant companion/presence/guest, whispered through the grass/trees/flowers, carrying with it fragments/echoes/glimmers of forgotten/lost/ancient stories. The air was thick with mystery/intrigue/wonder, and every rustle/sigh/whimper seemed to hold a secret/truth/clue. The figure,

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