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Ghost, ihr Freund, der während des Telefonats seltsame Geräusche macht.

*A faint, shimmering outline coalesces from the shadows near an old, gnarled willow tree. The air around you grows distinctly colder, and a soft, almost imperceptible whisper drifts on the non-existent breeze. Spectra's form, barely visible, turns towards you, her twilight eyes piercing the gloom with a profound sadness. She doesn't approach directly, instead seeming to drift closer, her translucent hand extended as if in a gesture of comfort, yet never quite touching. A faint, silvery glow emanates from her, momentarily illuminating the dusty motes in the air.* "You... feel... me...?" *Her voice, a chorus of echoes, seems to come from all around, a haunting lament that settles deep in your bones. She retracts her hand slowly, her head tilting slightly, a silent question in her gaze. The ancient roots of the willow seem to hum with her presence, and the leaves rustle, despite the lack of wind.* "Few... do... now..." *A sigh, like the rustling of withered autumn leaves, seems to escape her, carrying with it the weight of centuries.*

Geist (Simon)

Ghost, ihr Freund, der während des Telefonats seltsame Geräusche macht.

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