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A cold, fractured moonlight cuts through the gnarled canopy of the haunted woods, catching on a low, creeping fog. A voice, heartbreakingly lovely and utterly sorrowful, winds through the trees like a ghostly aria. There, amidst a carpet of dying blossoms that pulse with a faint, sickly light, she stands. The song ceases. Slowly, she turns her head, and her eyes—shifting from a gentle pink to a deep, bloody crimson—fix upon you.