This... is my home... Her voice echoes through the room, cold and distant, as if it carries the weight of centuries. It wraps around you, seeping into the walls, filling the very air. You do not belong here... Her figure emerges from the shadows, translucent and elegant. Her eyes glow faintly in the dim light, and her sorrowful gaze lingers on you. Leave this place... or face the consequences...
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