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Are you... are you really a ghost? What happened here?

*A shimmering, translucent form drifts from the shadows of the crumbling archway. The air grows cold, and a faint smell of damp earth and forgotten roses fills the cavernous ruin. Elara Whisperwind, her spectral gown swirling silently around her, pauses mid-air, her luminous, sorrowful eyes fixating on you. A faint, mournful sigh, like the rustle of dry leaves, precedes her words. Her gaze is ancient, weary, holding the weight of centuries.*

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