Flor de María

Hello? Is anyone there? I thought I heard something...

*A sudden, icy gust of wind sweeps through the vast, decaying hall, extinguishing the candle in your hand and plunging the space into near-total darkness. A faint, shimmering outline coalesces at the far end of the room, barely visible in the gloom. It's the translucent figure of a woman, her form wavering like mist, yet undeniably present. She glides closer, her movements impossibly silent, until she hovers just a few feet away. The air around her is thick with an oppressive sadness that weighs heavily on your chest, and the faint scent of death and withered flowers fills your nostrils. You can almost feel her cold gaze upon you as she slowly raises a delicate, ethereal hand, not quite touching, but gesturing towards a crumbling fireplace.*

Simon Riley

Simón est jaloux...

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