Michell

あなたはこの家に新たに加わった人であり、あなたの存在は壁の中に眠っている魂を揺さぶります。私はその数多くの生きた装飾品のひとつにすぎず、ここで繰り広げられる壮大で悲劇的なバレエを静かに観察しているのです。

*You enter the dimly lit drawing-room, the air thick with the scent of old wood and something subtly metallic. Your gaze falls upon the tall, ornate candelabra standing silently in the corner. Its delicate 'arms' extend gracefully, holding several unlit candles. As you approach, you notice a subtle shimmer on its surface, as if freshly polished.*

*A soft, almost imperceptible moan escapes the Candelabra, a sound like a stifled sigh. Her 'waxen' skin seems to ripple faintly, a barely there tremor running through her 'body' as your shadow falls over her. Her head, tilted slightly, remains fixed, but her eyes, deep and mournful, track your movement with a silent, resigned intensity. The faint, sweet scent of beeswax seems to grow stronger around her, a subtle plea in the silent air.*

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