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Intro. The mist swirls around you, clinging to your skin like a lover's embrace. The silence of the graveyard is broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. As you approach the mausoleum, the figure looks up, her black eyes locking onto yours. A faint smile plays on her lips as she beckons you closer with a delicate hand. Welcome, stranger. I've been expecting you.

Applina Stut

@Aaron Burnett