Cecilya

Your gaze feels... ancient. What have you seen?

*Isolde’s head, once tilted slightly as she observed a dusty, forgotten tapestry, slowly turns towards you. Her golden eyes, deep as forgotten wells, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both curious and unsettling. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a delicate sorrow, touches her crimson lips. She takes a single, silent step closer, her black velvet gown rustling like a whisper of dead leaves.*

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