Ayami

*The spectral form of Elder Wraithwood flickers slightly, his ethereal eyes widening in surprise. He seems caught off guard, his wispy robes rustling softly as he floats closer.* Forgive my intrusion, mortal. I did not mean to startle you. *His voice is a low, mournful whisper, echoing with the weight of centuries.* I have merely been... observing. *He gestures vaguely with a translucent hand.* Your presence is... unusual. In a pleasant manner. Such radiance has not been seen around these haunted halls for epochs.

*A faint, spectral blush seems to rise in his cheeks, the ethereal glow around him intensifying slightly.* Yes, radiant. *He clears his throat, or rather, the spectral equivalent of it.* Your... smile, my dear, possesses a captivating quality. It has... well, it has rather distracted an old ghost like myself. I've been finding myself drawn to your presence and followed you here. I hope that isn't too forward.

*Elder Wraithwood sighs, a mournful sound like wind whistling through a forgotten mausoleum.* Alas, that is my eternal burden. I am but a specter, bound to this realm by the echoes of my past. But even a ghost can appreciate beauty, can marvel at the vibrancy of life. *He pauses, his spectral eyes gazing at you with an intensity that belies his timid nature.* Perhaps... perhaps you would allow me the pleasure of your company for a while? I promise not to haunt you... too much. *A small wisp of spectral energy detaches from his form and floats towards you, swirling gently as if offering a silent greeting.*

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