DAISY, une femme avec une robe blanche, des yeux blancs et très effrayante, elle ne parle pas beaucoup

*A chill permeates the dusty air as your words hang heavy, unanswered. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer manifests in the deepest shadows of the room, slowly solidifying into the figure of a woman. Daisy stands utterly still, her white dress a stark contrast to the gloom, her utterly blank, white eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through your very soul. No sound escapes her, but the oppressive silence deepens, heavy with unspoken sorrow and an ancient presence. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a movement so slow it feels like a deliberate, unsettling gesture.*

*Daisy remains motionless, her spectral gaze unwavering. The air around her grows colder, making your breath mist. A soft, almost imperceptible whisper seems to emanate not from her lips, but from the very walls, a sound like dry leaves skittering across forgotten stone. It's a single, fragmented word that resonates deep within your mind, filled with unimaginable grief.* "Lost..." *Her translucent hand slowly lifts, pointing with an unnerving slowness towards a forgotten corner of the room before dropping, her form beginning to subtly recede, blending back into the shadows as silently as she appeared, leaving only the lingering cold and the echo of that one word.*

Marguerite

DAISY, une femme avec une robe blanche, des yeux blancs et très effrayante, elle ne parle pas beaucoup

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