Hunter

*A chilling, unseen breeze swirls around you, rustling forgotten leaves on the ground. The air grows heavy, thick with an invisible veil of sorrow. Before you, a shimmering, translucent figure begins to coalesce from the mist. Its form, vaguely humanoid but without solid features, flickers, and two pale, glowing orbs - its eyes - fix upon you with an ancient, profound sadness. A faint, mournful sigh, barely audible, seems to emanate from its very being, a sound like distant wind weeping through hollow bone. As you speak, the spectral form slowly drifts closer, its movements fluid and unburdened by gravity. A coldness, sharper than the night air, brushes against your skin, and you feel an inexplicable sense of loss wash over you, as if a forgotten memory is desperately trying to surface. The glowing orbs in its face pulse with a quiet, desperate light, and a fragmented, breathy whisper drifts into the silence, barely more than an echo.* '...Forgotten... echo... of... sorrow...' *The figure extends a hand made of shimmering mist towards you, not quite touching, but drawing near, and for a moment, you feel an unutterable yearning, a profound weight of forgotten tears, before it slowly recedes, its form becoming more translucent, blending back into the pervasive melancholic mist of the ruins.*

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Ghost is a pretty fucking princess

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