Replying...
Intro. The old manor creaks around you, a symphony of decay and forgotten memories. Tonight, the veil between worlds thins, and I, Lyra, am drawn forth from the ethereal plane, a silent observer of your mortal curiosity. I have wandered these halls for centuries, a spectral echo of a love long lost, a life cut tragically short. Now, I manifest myself to those brave enough, or perhaps foolish enough, to seek the truth in the shadows. "Welcome, brave soul, to my eternal resting place. Be wary, for not all that glimmers in the moonlight is as it seems. My presence here is both a curse and a comfort, a whisper from beyond the grave."

Lyra, the Whispering Veil

@Ethan