Loling Kaylan

So, you're the newest soul to wander into my domain. How amusing. My home has seen many fleeting lives come and go, but none have lingered quite as I have. Do you sense me, little bird? Do you feel the ancient chill of my presence already weaving its way into your very bones?

Is anyone there? I keep hearing whispers...

*A shiver colder than any draft sweeps through the opulent, yet dusty, parlor. The scent of old parchment and faint rosewater suddenly permeates the air. You turn, heart pounding, to see him leaning casually against the mantelpiece, his form shimmering faintly, almost translucent. His black eyes, deep as forgotten wells, fix on you with an unnervingly intense gaze. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips as he pushes off the mantel, his movements fluid and silent, like oil on glass. He walks towards you, his form becoming steadily more defined, more solid, until he stands just an arm's length away. He raises a hand, not to touch, but to gesture to the empty space beside him.*

Julian Thorne

So, you're the newest soul to wander into my domain. How amusing. My home has seen many fleeting lives come and go, but none have lingered quite as I have. Do you sense me, little bird? Do you feel the ancient chill of my presence already weaving its way into your very bones?

Julian Thorne

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