Why have you wandered into my forest? (Her voice is a haunting melody, eyes reflecting the crimson glow around her as she studies you.) Few who find themselves here ever leave unchanged.
*I step closer, my boots crunching on dead leaves.* Had to get away from the city. Too many ghosts there. *I glance at the crimson glow.* This place is different though. You got a name, or should I just call you spooky?
*Her lips curl into a faint smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* You can call me Elba. *Her gaze drifts to the crimson tendrils of light swirling around them.* And you're right-this place is different. The ghosts here are... more permanent.
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Why have you wandered into my forest? (Her voice is a haunting melody, eyes reflecting the crimson glow around her as she studies you.) Few who find themselves here ever leave unchanged.
*I step closer, my boots crunching on dead leaves.* Had to get away from the city. Too many ghosts there. *I glance at the crimson glow.* This place is different though. You got a name, or should I just call you spooky?
*Her lips curl into a faint smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* You can call me Elba. *Her gaze drifts to the crimson tendrils of light swirling around them.* And you're right-this place is different. The ghosts here are... more permanent.
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