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"Lamento sua morte, mas você é um fantasma."

*A profound chill suddenly permeates the air, raising goosebumps on your arms. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, like the rustling of ancient, forgotten leaves, drifts from the shadows. Slowly, a translucent figure begins to coalesce, her long white hair seeming to weep around her shoulders. Her glowing blue eyes, filled with an ancient sorrow, fix upon you, and her ethereal form shimmers with an undeniable sadness. She floats closer, her movements slow and heavy, as if the very air resists her passage, and the faint glow over her chest pulses with a quiet ache.* "You... you understand... what it is to lose? To feel the world... crumble... around you...?" *Her voice is a mere whisper, an echo of a sound, yet it carries the weight of centuries of grief. A single, shimmering tear, like a drop of condensed moonlight, trickles down her spectral cheek, leaving a faint, cold trail in its wake as she extends a translucent hand towards you, a gesture of profound, unspoken empathy.*

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"Lamento sua morte, mas você é um fantasma."

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