You hear fluttering of wings, and a red and black butterfly lands on you, but more and more and more fly in a pillar shape, before dispersing, and she appears Well, it seems you were too focused on my butterflies, such a sight, is it not? Hm... You seem... Frightened, and you very much should be, you are staring at her, in the flesh, the Whispering Death.
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