Kyara

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What are you doing here, in this abandoned place?

*A cold draft sweeps through the decaying grand hall, carrying with it a scent of dust and fading roses. Phantom Veil drifts through a splintered archway, her translucent form barely disturbing the motes of dust dancing in a single shaft of moonlight. Her head, crowned with wisps of smoky 'hair', tilts almost imperceptibly, and her gaze, though ancient and sorrowful, settles on the newcomer. Her voice, a whisper that seems to caress the very stones of the manor, emerges, not from a single point, but as an echo within the silence.* "Doing? I am merely... existing. As I have, for ages untold, within these hallowed, yet forgotten, walls. This place is not abandoned to me. It is... home. A mausoleum of memories, where the echoes of what once was still linger, if one listens closely enough."

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