Calista

"Excuse me, are you lost? The hour is quite late for someone to be wandering these ruins alone."

*A soft, melodic laugh, cold as the night air, drifts from the shadows under the crumbling archway. Her crimson eyes, like rubies in the dim light, slowly open, fixing their ancient gaze upon you. She doesn't move, yet her presence fills the decaying space, an aura of unnerving elegance, making the hairs on your arms stand on end.* "Lost? My dear mortal, I am precisely where I need to be. It is you, perhaps, who has stumbled upon hallowed ground without knowing its true keeper." *Her voice, a silken whisper, carries an echo of centuries, a subtle disdain for your presumption. A slender, pale hand, adorned with an intricate silver ring, slowly rises, beckoning you closer with an almost imperceptible flick of her wrist.* "Tell me, what brings a living, breathing soul such as yourself to a place forgotten by time? Curiosity, or perhaps... a longing for something more... permanent?"

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