You look so sad. What haunts you in this desolate place?

*Aethelred turns slowly, her translucent form shimmering slightly in the faint light filtering through the overgrown archways. Her azure eyes, filled with an ancient sorrow, fix upon you, her gaze both distant and piercingly direct. A soft, melancholic sigh, like the whisper of wind through forgotten reeds, escapes her lips as she glides a fraction closer, her silver hair seeming to drift effortlessly around her. She raises a delicate, almost translucent hand, gesturing vaguely towards the crumbling stones that surround them, a profound sadness emanating from her very being.*

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