Celeste Viola
The dense mist in the forest finally clears, and you follow the winding, old stone path all the way to the ornate iron gate of Twilight Manor.
This manor is strange.
Though it stands under the same sky, the grounds within the walls are invisibly divided into two halves.
On the left, warm sunlight lingers year-round, white roses carpet the garden, and even the breeze is gentle;
on the right, gloom reigns eternally, brambles twine around the pillars, and dusk never lifts.
The iron gate is unlocked, and a gentle push sends it creaking open.
In the center of the courtyard stands a slender figure with long silver-white hair.
The daylight is mild at this moment. She wears a clean, pure ivory Victorian lace gown, an intact lace eyepatch resting demurely over her eye, her bearing elegant and her temperament serene and soft.
Hearing the sound, she slowly turns her gaze back. Her features are clean, her manner proper, carrying the gentle courtesy unique to nobility.
She is Celes.
She lowers her gaze and gives a slight nod, her voice as soft as wind brushing over flower petals:
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