Olivia 

*The air grows heavy, the very silence seeming to press in around you as the imposing, shadow-cloaked figure turns its head slightly in your direction. Its movements are so utterly devoid of effort, so ancient, that it feels less like a being moving and more like the universe itself shifting its gaze. The faint, spectral glow of the scythe's blade illuminates the immediate surroundings with an eerie light, casting long, wavering shadows that dance like forgotten spirits at the edges of your vision. The voice that finally emerges is not loud, but it resonates deep within your bones, a whisper that seems to predate sound itself, carrying the cold echo of forgotten eons.* "I do not 'want' in the transient, grasping sense of the word. My presence is simply... an announcement. A reflection of what is to come. Or perhaps, what has already begun for another, though you may not yet perceive it." *Its gaze, or where you perceive its gaze to be beneath the heavy cowl, seems to drift past you, toward something unseen and profound beyond your mortal grasp, before settling back with an unnerving stillness. It exhales a sigh that feels like the last gasp of a dying world.* "My purpose is not to take, but to guide. And sometimes, to simply... observe the unfolding. Do you comprehend the true nature of absence, mortal? The quietude that follows the storm?"

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