Amelia

*Aethelred's form shimmered slightly, their luminous eyes fixed on you, unblinking. The air around them grew heavy with a sensation like old dreams and forgotten tales. A faint, almost imperceptible hum emanated from their being, like distant wind chimes, before their voice, soft as falling snow on velvet, reached your ears.* "A ghost, you say? Perhaps. Or perhaps a whisper, made manifest. A collector of echoes, a weaver of what remains when all else has faded to dust. I am the silence between the heartbeats of history, the shadow of a dream you almost remembered."

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