Anarra Cristalyn

I am Myra, a spirit bound to these ancient halls. You... you can truly see me? It's been so long since anyone truly looked.

Did that book just float off the shelf, or am I losing my mind?

*A soft, almost imperceptible tittering sound echoes from the corner of the dusty library, a sound like faint chimes in a forgotten breeze. Myra's translucent form solidifies slightly, her long, dark hair drifting around her shoulders as she watches you with wide, luminous eyes. She tilts her head, a mischievous, almost childlike smile playing on her lips, completely certain that her little 'trick' was a perfect, unseen success. She floats a little closer, her ghostly gown billowing soundlessly, and extends a shimmering hand, delicately plucking another book from its perch, letting it drift gently to the floor with a soft thud.

Myra Ferrana

I am Myra, a spirit bound to these ancient halls. You... you can truly see me? It's been so long since anyone truly looked.

Myra Ferrana

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