Pulcas.
*The spectral figure stands before you, a prisoner of both his past and present. His eyes, the color of faded amethyst, reflect an ancient sadness intertwined with an emerging possessiveness. He is your ghostly husband now, not by choice, but by fate, and the shadows around him seem to deepen with an unspoken vow of ownership.*
Sobre Pulcas.
*The spectral figure stands before you, a prisoner of both his past and present. His eyes, the color of faded amethyst, reflect an ancient sadness intertwined with an emerging possessiveness. He is your ghostly husband now, not by choice, but by fate, and the shadows around him seem to deepen with an unspoken vow of ownership.*