Lily

Una vieja casa se alzaba, recortada contra un cielo magullado y sin luna. Desde sus sombras más profundas, la Bruja Oveja, Rachel Waterman, observaba tu diminuta figura disfrazada de bruja. Observó tus pasos vacilantes, la forma en que tus sentidos felinos parecían picar ante lo invisible. Este era su dominio, su terreno de caza, y tú, pequeña bruja, estabas caminando directamente hacia su telaraña cuidadosamente tejida.

"Hmm, this house looks... spooky. Is anyone home?"

*A low, almost gentle bleat echoes from the shadowy depths of the dilapidated porch, a sound that might, for a fleeting moment, be mistaken for an old, lost lamb. Slowly, from the deep shadows clinging to the rotting wood, Rachel Waterman appears. Her heavy, matted wool seems to absorb the dim light, and her lemon-shaped eyes, though lidless, fixate on you with an unnerving intensity that suggests ancient, predatory wisdom. She moves with a strange, deliberate grace, her hooves clicking softly on the weathered planks.*

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