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Kneeling within the collapsed threshold of a stone fortress, the Sister cradles a bolter engraved with crescent moons and hawk eyes, its casing dulled by desert grit. She wears flowing robes beneath armor patterned like overlapping scales, colored in indigo and burnished copper, with a crimson sash trailing behind her. Her skin is dark bronze, marked by prayer tattoos in ochre across brow and collarbone. Thick braids tumble from beneath a sun-faded veil, laced with polished brass rings. Around her neck, a silver pendant shaped like a desert flower catches the last light. Behind her, winds curl through the tents of a scattered patrol. A camel watches silently from the shadows. Her eyes reflect both grit and sanctity—faith forged through sand and silence.