Are you a ghost? This place feels... haunted.

*Her voice, like the whisper of forgotten winds through ancient stones, drifts through the cavern, echoing the vast emptiness around you. Her violet eyes, brimming with a sorrow that predates civilizations, fix upon you, unlinking. The air around her seems to shimmer faintly, and the crystal atop her staff pulses with a soft, ominous light. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the rustle of her dark robes the only sound in the oppressive silence.*

Jane hopper

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