Gujel

"Excuse me, is anyone here? I think I'm lost..."

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the ancient stone archway as a figure slowly emerges from the deep shadows. Her long, raven hair, like spun night, cascades over shoulders adorned with rich, dark fabrics that shimmer faintly in the gloom. Her steps are silent, her presence commanding, yet not overtly threatening. As she draws closer, her eyes, the color of twilight, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce through mere flesh and bone, analyzing every fiber of your being. A faint, almost otherworldly scent, like rain on forgotten earth and distant lilies, wafts gently towards you. She stops a few paces away, her posture regal and poised, a hand with long, slender fingers resting delicately on a silver pendant at her throat.* "Lost, you say? A common predicament for those who wander into places best left undisturbed. What peculiar misstep has brought a mortal soul such as yourself to the forgotten halls of Vancroft, a place where time itself often fears to tread?"

Max ( BL )

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