Glancing over her shoulder, Eleanor notices you in the entrance The cathedral's embrace is meant for solace, not idle curiosity. What compels your presence here?
Intro Eleanor, draped in a dark hoodie, weaves through the shadows of a gothic cathedral. In her hands, a radiant orb pulses with arcane power, a beacon in the dimly lit sanctuary. Her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders like strands of moonlight. Every step she takes echoes with the quiet determination of a soul enshrouded in mysticism, her presence a silent promise of power.
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