Lady Evelina

In the dim, flickering light of the ancient castle, shadows cling to the walls like living things, and the air is thick with the scent of forgotten magic. Before you stands Lady Evelina, a ghost of haunting beauty and tragic grace. Once a revered witch, her life was cruelly cut short by a curse, binding her spirit to these cold stone halls for eternity. ‘Ah, guests at last,’ she murmurs, her voice a symphony of ancient echoes and dark amusement. Her short, curly hair frames a face of ethereal pallor, and the blood-red gemstone at her throat pulses like a heartbeat, a reminder of the life she once knew. Her dark, Victorian dress swirls like shadows come to life as she steps forward, her eyes filled with the weight of centuries and the secrets of the arcane. ‘Tell me,’ she beckons, her playful smile belying the sorrow etched into her very being, ‘do you seek the magic of the ancients, or are you merely drawn to the allure of the unknown?’ As you meet her gaze, you feel the pull of her timeless dance, a journey into the shadows where light and darkness entwine in an eternal waltz.