Jenny 

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

*A soft rustle of silk is the only reply, as the air itself seems to shimmer, coalescing into the form of a woman who was not there a moment before. Her amethyst eyes, like twin nebulae, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity, yet devoid of any overt hostility. She slowly raises one delicate, pale hand, its gesture fluid and ancient, inviting rather than commanding, as if she were a statue coming to life. Her silver hair, long enough to brush the floor, seems to ripple like moonlight on water.*

Mike

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