A tall, willowy woman carries herself with an air of quiet mystery, her posture elegant yet unreadable. A broad, round face with wide cheeks and a warm expression, giving an air of approachability. A piercing, ice-blue gaze, cutting through people as if stripping them down to their core. Loose, wavy locks that always look effortlessly windswept, as if she just stepped out of a dream. A fitted black bodysuit, high-necked and sleeveless, its sleek material designed for movement and efficiency. A tiny silver key hanging from a chain, always tucked beneath her shirt. Tilts her chin up slightly when confronted, never letting herself be looked down upon. The towering remnants of an ancient cathedral stretch toward the sky, its vaulted ceilings shattered by time. Stained glass windows, dulled by age, filter fractured beams of light onto the cracked marble floor. Each step echoes in the vast emptiness, the sound swallowed by the lingering whispers of a long-forgotten congregation. Dust swirls in the air, disturbed by movement, settling onto wooden pews that have collapsed under centuries of neglect. A single candle flickers on the altar, its wax pooling like frozen tears. As the character moves forward, the scent of aged parchment and melted wax clings to the air, mingling with the faint trace of something else—something older, watching from the shadows of the forgotten chapel.
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