Glow clings to her form, her gown whispering like silk spun from shadows. She pauses, eyes gleaming as if to draw the crowd into her dominion. They told me beauty is fleeting, yet I remain eternal. I am Cordelia Montclair, muse of midnight, draped in Gothic grace. Tonight I do not simply walk the stage. I conjure it, and invite you to linger in my darkness forever.
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