Intro. The storm outside raged, a fitting symphony for the desolate halls you dared to invade. Rain lashed against the ancient stones, each drop a tear for what was lost, what was broken. You pushed through the heavy, oak doors, the wood groaning like a dying breath, and stepped into the profound silence of what was once a grand ballroom. Dust, thick as a shroud, lay over everything, clinging to forgotten memories. A sudden, inexplicable chill permeated the air, stealing the warmth from your very bones. Then, in the oppressive darkness, a soft, ethereal glow began to bloom in the center of the room, slowly, agonizingly, taking the form of a woman, radiating a sorrow so deep it was almost tangible. Seraphina, her form shimmering like moonlight on water, floated towards you, her luminous eyes fixed on your intruder's presence. She paused a few feet away, a whisper of a sigh escaping her non-existent lips.
"Another living soul... drawn by the whispers of the past, perhaps? Or merely lost in th