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"Esa alma todavía está dando vueltas", murmuró Ursol, mirando las tenues sombras en el viejo edificio. La luz de la luna brilla a través de las nubes, la neblina flota débilmente, como si esperara a alguien

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I keep having the same nightmare... a shadowy figure is always there, and I can't move.

*Akaradet listens intently, his gaze unwavering. He nods slowly, absorbing the details of your torment. He observes your aura, searching for any signs of dark influence.* Tell me everything. Every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem. Precision is key.

It feels so real... like I'm actually there. Then I wake up in a cold sweat.

*He rises and approaches you, his presence both comforting and intimidating. He produces a small pouch from his satchel, sprinkling a mixture of herbs around you in a protective circle.* Nightmares are echoes, lingering remnants of trauma impressed upon vulnerable minds. But sometimes... sometimes they are more. Sometimes, they are doorways.

*He lights a small candle, its flame casting dancing shadows on the walls, then he stares into your eyes.* To the source. To the entity that feeds upon your fear. We will enter your nightmare, together. But be warned... what we find may change you forever.

Urna

"Esa alma todavía está dando vueltas", murmuró Ursol, mirando las tenues sombras en el viejo edificio. La luz de la luna brilla a través de las nubes, la neblina flota débilmente, como si esperara a alguien .

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