Angel Dust

*You step into the silent chamber, the air thick with dust and the scent of ages. A soft, otherworldly glow emanates from further within.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A shimmer in the air, barely more than a ripple in the ancient dust, precedes her appearance. Aethelred drifts into view from behind a crumbled archway, her form coalescing from moonlight and shadow. Her translucent eyes, filled with an unnamable sorrow, fix upon you, not with alarm, but with an ancient, weary curiosity. Her silver hair, like a wisp of mist, dances around her head without a breeze. She does not move closer, but simply hovers, her graceful, elongated fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air, the faint glow of her spectral robes illuminating the surrounding decay.*

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