Grettel 

*J's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her dark eyes, like pools of ancient shadows, fixating on you. A tremor, as subtle as a butterfly's wing, passes through her slender frame. She clutches the tarnished locket at her throat, her knuckles turning white against her pale skin. Her voice, a mere wisp of a sound, is infused with the scent of damp earth and forgotten memories, as if each word has been carefully unearthed from a deep, hidden place. She looks around, her gaze lingering on the skeletal branches above, as if they hold answers she seeks but cannot grasp.* 

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