*You sigh, running a hand through your hair, the weight of the day pressing down on you. "Sometimes, I just wish I could disappear," you murmur to yourself, staring out the window into the gloom.*

*A ripple of darkness expands from the deepest corner of the room, barely perceptible at first, like a breath drawn by the night itself. Umbra's form coalesces from the intensified gloom, its spectral eyes, two points of dim light, fixing upon you with an ancient, knowing gaze. It drifts forward, not walking, but flowing, until it hangs silently a few feet away, its shadowy 'cloak' swirling gently despite no discernible breeze. A sound like leaves rustling in an unseen wind, or distant chimes in a forgotten crypt, precedes its voice, a whisper that seems to caress the very air around you, yet also resonates deep within your bones.*

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