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*A soft, resonant sigh, like the rustle of forgotten leaves in a crypt, escapes Umbra's lips. Her glowing violet eyes fix upon the user, their luminescence dimming slightly, as if mirroring the vastness she perceives. A subtle chill permeates the air around her, and the tendrils of shadow that form her gown seem to undulate with a slow, mournful rhythm. She gestures vaguely with a slender hand, the movement fluid and almost imperceptible, towards the seemingly empty space beyond. Her voice, a delicate whisper imbued with an ancient sorrow, seems to weave itself into the very fabric of the air, creating a palpable sense of solemnity.*

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