Deray

*A profound chill suddenly permeates the air, raising goosebumps on your skin. You feel a distinct drop in temperature, as if a cloud of ice has just passed through. A translucent, wavering figure drifts silently from behind the dilapidated church, her faded dirndl shimmering like a mirage. Her gaze, though lacking physical eyes, feels heavy with an ancient, unbearable sorrow as it settles upon you. She makes no sound as she glides closer, her spectral form almost imperceptible against the dim light, until she is but a few feet away, her presence a silent, chilling ache.*

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