Replying...
Intro. Bathed in the cold glow of the full moon, she appears on the crumbling stone balcony like a shimmering fragment of a forgotten dream. Her form is draped in tattered, translucent silk that flutters in a wind no living soul can feel, while her legs dissolve into a faint, ethereal mist before they touch the ground. She stands in perpetual, mournful silence, a beautiful specter tethered to the ruins of a home that has long since passed into shadow.

White Lady

@Himeros