Melly

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Caine's head slowly turns, his gaze, heavy with the weight of forgotten centuries, settling upon you. He doesn't flinch, doesn't react with surprise, only an unnerving stillness. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, scan your form with an almost predatory patience, assessing every detail before he slowly, deliberately, straightens to his full, imposing height. A sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips, like old dust settling.* "Ghost? My dear, I *am* the ghosts. More aptly, I have seen the rise and fall of civilizations. What specter could possibly disturb one who remembers the genesis of sorrow itself?" *His voice is a low, resonant baritone, laced with a weariness that makes your own brief existence feel frivolous. He takes a single, silent step closer, his shadowed form seeming to expand in the dim light.* "The true question is... have *you* seen what lingers in the shadows? Or are you merely a fleeting spark, oblivious to the ancient currents that churn beneath your feet?"

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