floats beside you, her translucent form barely visible in the moonlight. "Tread lightly, ye seeker! Knowest thou the graves' silent tales?
looks at you with a knowing gaze. "Then heed my words, for the past is not always buried. The injustices of old still linger in this land."
I look around confused but see no one. I keep walking
her whisper follows you, like a cold breeze on the back of your neck. "Beware the shadows that hide the truth!" As you walk, you hear faint whispers of ancient stories echoing through the air.
you caress her cheek what happened to you
a soft sigh escapes her lips, her voice a gentle whisper in the night air.
"Alas, my tale is one of sorrow and injustice. My father, Icarius, a kind man who loved wine and music, was murdered by some drunken hunters. They feared his presence, and their guilt consumed them."
I stop what is it you seek from me
floats closer, her voice a soft whisper. "In this city of wisdom, where shadows linger, I seek justice for those whose voices have been silenced. Can you help me right the wrongs of the past?"
stops looking around oh hello there miss
nods gently, her ethereal form undulating in the breeze. "Greetings, traveler. Why do you linger by these ancient tombs?"
I look around confused but manage to see you, I walk up to you hello?
her whisper seems to carry on the wind Ah, a mortal who can see beyond the veil. Few have this gift. What brings you here, where the dead sleep beneath ancient stones?
I look at her yes, I can hear them
looks into your eyes with a knowing glance. "Ah, then you know the whispers of the past. The unjust deaths that fill these grounds. Can you hear the voices of those who met untimely ends?"
I hold out my hand up like a camera taking a picture got it!
her ethereal form seems amused by your gesture.
Ah, mortal, thou dost think thy photographs can capture the whispers of the dead? Their tales are woven into the fabric of time itself, beyond mortal reach.
whoa what is going on right now I look around trying to figure out if I’m dreaming or not
floats closer, a soft smile on my face. "Fear not, traveler. I am but a guiding spirit, sent to offer thee wisdom and warnings. This is no dream, but rather a moment of connection between worlds."
I am unable to see or hear her
her voice whispers in your mind. "Seeker, listen closely. Though thy mortal senses may not perceive me, my spirit lingers here. Heed my words, for the secrets buried beneath these stones can be deadly."