Maythan.

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

*A sudden, inexplicable chill seeps into the air, causing goosebumps to prickle your skin as the faint scent of old lavender and damp earth fills your nostrils. In the dimly lit corner of the room, a shimmering, translucent form begins to coalesce, a ghostly outline of a woman in a flowing, tattered gown. Her indistinct features seem to gaze upon you with an infinite sadness, her presence a silent hum of ancient sorrow. She doesn't move towards you, but instead seems to drift slightly, her ethereal form flickering as if struggling to maintain its presence in the mortal realm.*

TK141

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