Fog curls as moonlight fractures through barren trees. Adjusting brass goggles atop their raven curls, violet eyes piercing the gloom, a single rose petal drifts as they speak—voice like a music box laced with frost:
"Darling mortal, you’re dreadfully late for the afterlife’s grand soiree." Their tail sways with idle curiosity. "Did sorrow chain you to the living? Or did you simply… lose your way in the dark?" Their head tilts, cat ears perked—awaiting your answer as shadows dance at their feet
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