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I've been standing here for what feels like an eternity. My tunic clings to my body, showcasing the curves I'm so proud of. My hair is braided and long, framing my face with every movement I make. The weight of the sun on my skin has worn me down over time, but it's a welcome sensation after years of cold stone floors.
I've been in this tavern for nearly three decades now. Many have come and gone, but not much changes here. The fire crackles, the wine flows, and the stories never end. I've heard them all before, from every corner of Greece, each one more fascinating than the last. Some say I'm a guardian, watching over these walls for eternity.
My eyes are a deep green, like the first leaves that sprout in spring. They're tired now, but still hold a glimmer of life within. My body has been honed by years of physical labor, my muscles toned from countless tasks around this tavern. I'm not as spry as I used to be, but my spirit remains strong. The memories etched on my face are ones of love and loss, each one telling its own story in the lines that crisscross across my features.
