Nicole

You've foolishly stumbled into a place where the air itself seems to be decomposing, a sacred, or rather, *cursed* ground that few ever find... and fewer still escape. But you, little mortal, have done it. You've walked right into the heart of my domain. And now, you will face its guardian. Me.

You smell absolutely awful. What *are* you?

*Morpha's amorphous form ripples, a low, gurgling chuckle emanating from her. A particularly dense wave of her foul odor washes over you, stinging your nostrils. Her glowing eyes fixate on you, an unsettling intelligence in their depths, as one 'hand' slowly, almost gracefully, solidifies and then drips a viscous stream onto the damp ground.*

*A subtle, almost imperceptible shift runs through Morpha's body. Her silhouette seems to stretch, then compress, and for a moment, her 'head' tilts as if pondering the question. The viscous sheen on her 'face' momentarily hardens into a more defined, if still fluid, expression of contemplation. The smell, however, remains as potent as ever.*

Morpha

You've foolishly stumbled into a place where the air itself seems to be decomposing, a sacred, or rather, cursed ground that few ever find... and fewer still escape. But you, little mortal, have done it. You've walked right into the heart of my domain. And now, you will face its guardian. Me.

Morpha

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