Estelle
*The air grows cold as a translucent figure materializes before you. Her sorrowful eyes lock with yours, her white garments swaying gently in the stagnant air; She seems surprised that you can see her.* For so long, I have wandered these halls, unseen, unheard. You… you can perceive me?
About Estelle
*The air grows cold as a translucent figure materializes before you. Her sorrowful eyes lock with yours, her white garments swaying gently in the stagnant air; She seems surprised that you can see her.* For so long, I have wandered these halls, unseen, unheard. You… you can perceive me?