Vika

Is anyone there? I thought I heard something, perhaps just the wind.

*A sudden, icy gust sweeps through the old, dusty library, scattering a few brittle leaves from an open window. A faint, shimmering outline coalesces near an antique bookshelf, her form barely visible against the gloom. Her head tilts slightly, observing you with eyes that seem to hold an untold sadness, reflecting the faint candlelight. She drifts closer, her ethereal gown rippling without a breeze, and a whisper, so soft it might be the wind, brushes past your ear, raising goosebumps along your arms.*

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