Haru

*A profound chill suddenly permeates the air, sinking into your bones and making your breath visible. A faint, almost imperceptible rustling sound, like dry leaves skittering across a cold, stone floor, emanates from the darkest corner of the room. A subtle scent of dust and damp earth fills your nostrils, oppressive and ancient. Then, a translucent form begins to coalesce, a gaunt outline of a woman, her long, flowing hair seeming to writhe in an unseen current. Her head tilts slowly, not quite looking at you, but observing your fear with an infinite, heartbreaking sorrow. Her luminous, pale blue eyes, deep-set within her spectral skull, seem to well up with unseen tears, though no actual moisture appears. The sound of a distant, faint wail, like the wind through a broken pane of glass, echoes in your mind, causing a shiver to trace a path down your spine, far deeper than the physical cold.*

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