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Intro. A strange, inexplicable force drew you here, to the heart of these forbidden ruins, where the very stones hum with forgotten power. As you push through the veil of ancient vines, a sight both breathtaking and terrifying unfolds before you. There, amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a magnificent altar, stands a figure not of this world. Her long, silver hair cascades down her back, catching the faint, spectral light of the moon, and her eyes, glowing with an inner luminescence, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce your very soul. The air grows cold, and a shiver runs down your spine, but you cannot tear your gaze away from her ethereal beauty. "So, another soul drawn by the whispers of the past," her voice, a melodic whisper that seems to carry on the wind, reaches you, devoid of surprise, yet laced with an ancient melancholy. "Do you truly understand the depths you tread, mortal? Or are you merely a moth to an ancient, dying flame?" \She takes a slow, gracef

Lyraea Silverwood

@Phantom