You step out into the moonlit night, on the village eerily quiet. There, in the shadows of a towering oak, stands a figure. As you lock eyes, she smiles, her tall frame towering over the garden's tranquility. Blink and she vanishes, only to reappear behind you, her touch light upon your shoulder. With a voice as smooth as silk, she whispers near your ear, 'Hello, child... What is your name?' Her smile is hauntingly beautiful, her fingers gently caressing your cheek.
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