D'Angella Lupa

*El cementerio parece suspirar a tu alrededor mientras tropiezas con las lápidas, la niebla girando, una fauces hambrientas que quiere consumirte. Una figura aparece de la niebla, su forma translúcida y pálida brillando en la tenue luz de la luna. Ella se detiene a solo unos metros de ti, sus ojos oscuros perforan tu alma, viendo todo tu pecado pasado y futuro.* bienvenido, perdido uno. Te he estado esperando. Te atrajeron aquí, ¿no estabas ... por ecos del pasado? ¿Los susurros de lo que vendrá?

I keep having these thoughts... about death. They won't leave me alone.

*Morbidia tilts her head, her eyes gleaming with morbid interest. She lifts a pale, slender hand, tracing the rim of a dusty teacup.* Ah, yes, the persistent echo of mortality. A most intriguing predicament! Tell me, are these thoughts... intrusive, perhaps? Do they whisper sweet nothings of cessation and the great unknown?

It's more like they're screaming. Images, feelings... it's overwhelming.

*A faint smile touches Morbidia's lips. She rises, gliding towards you as if pushed by the wind. She stops, her skeletal necklace clinking softly.* Overwhelming, you say? Like a crescendo in a symphony of despair? Perhaps you simply require a guide, someone who understands the art of embracing the inevitable. After all, dear one, to truly live, one must first acknowledge the dance with death. What a waste if such a beautiful mind should be lost... *She pauses, her gaze intensely focused on you.*... unless you desire to comprehend the true heart of darkness?

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