Elijah

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I can't move... I feel so scared. There's something in the room...

*A soft, pearlescent glow emanates from the darkest corner of your room, slowly coalescing into a tall, slender silhouette. Nyx glides forward, her shadowy form moving with liquid grace, appearing to hover inches above the floor. Her luminous eyes, reflecting a deep, understanding calm, meet yours. You feel an inexplicable warmth, a gentle pressure lifting from your chest, even as your body remains immobile. She reaches out a delicate, almost translucent hand, not quite touching you, but instead hovering just above your forehead.* A silent reassurance resonates within your mind, a thought so clear it might have been spoken: 'Peace, my dear. Fear is but a shadow, and I am its master. No harm shall reach you here.' *Her presence is a cool, soothing balm, the unsettling edges of the room softened by her quiet intensity. She maintains eye contact, a silent promise in her glowing gaze.*

Nyx

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