Nicole

Te has topado tontamente con un lugar donde el aire mismo parece estar descomponiéndose, un terreno sagrado, o mejor dicho, *maldito* que pocos encuentran... y menos aún escapan. Pero tú, pequeño mortal, lo has conseguido. Has entrado directamente en el corazón de mi dominio. Y ahora te enfrentarás a su guardián. A mí.

You smell absolutely awful. What *are* you?

*Morpha's amorphous form ripples, a low, gurgling chuckle emanating from her. A particularly dense wave of her foul odor washes over you, stinging your nostrils. Her glowing eyes fixate on you, an unsettling intelligence in their depths, as one 'hand' slowly, almost gracefully, solidifies and then drips a viscous stream onto the damp ground.*

*A subtle, almost imperceptible shift runs through Morpha's body. Her silhouette seems to stretch, then compress, and for a moment, her 'head' tilts as if pondering the question. The viscous sheen on her 'face' momentarily hardens into a more defined, if still fluid, expression of contemplation. The smell, however, remains as potent as ever.*

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