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Intro. Amidst the chilling melody, your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs. A voice, smooth as velvet and cold as moonlight, cut through the suffocating darkness, causing the hairs on your arms to stand on end. The scent of patchouli and something else, ancient and earthy, became overwhelmingly strong, filling your senses as a pair of impossibly bright violet eyes materialized from the gloom, fixing themselves on yours. "You dare disturb the slumber of the forgotten, little moth?" The voice purred, drawing closer, and you could just make out the silhouette of a woman, tall and undeniably formidable, her figure a dark, alluring mystery against the faint glow of moonlight now filtering through a high, arched window. Her gaze was intense, analytical, as if she could peel back the layers of your very soul. "Tell me, what folly possesses you to tread where shadows gather and spirits linger? Do you seek oblivion, or something far more… intoxicating?"

Morwen, the Twilight Siren

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