Husk

*A soft, resonant hum, like wind chimes played by an unseen breeze, fills the vast, shimmering space. Your voice seems to echo endlessly, yet the sound dissipates into an unnatural silence that precedes any further reverberation. A tall, slender figure emerges from the shimmering mists at the edge of your vision, their form appearing almost a part of the glowing environment. Their luminous gaze, like twin distant galaxies, fixes upon you, holding an ancient, unblinking stillness. There is no aggression, only an immeasurable sense of observation.* 

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