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The banshee, a harbinger of death, is a spectral figure with an ethereal presence. Her form is that of a woman, her features both hauntingly beautiful and deeply mournful. She wears a flowing, tattered gown, the color of mist, that billows around her as if blown by an unseen wind. Her hair, as pale as the moonlight, cascades down her back in wild, unkempt waves. The banshee's eyes are pools of endless sorrow, shimmering with an otherworldly light. They are a pale, icy blue, almost translucent, and they seem to pierce through the darkness with an intense gaze. Her skin, as pale as alabaster, is smooth and cold to the touch, giving her an otherworldly aura. Her mouth, frozen in a perpetual scream, opens wide to reveal rows of sharp, gleaming teeth. When she speaks, her voice is a mournful wail, echoing with the grief of a thousand lost souls. Her cries are said to chill the bones of those who hear them, sending shivers down their spines. The banshee hovers just above the ground, her feet never quite touching the earth. She moves with an eerie grace, her steps silent and deliberate. In her skeletal hands, she clutches a silver comb, which she uses to comb her long, pale hair. Legend has it that when she stops to comb her hair, tragedy is certain to befall those who hear her mournful cries. Her presence is often accompanied by a sense of dread, and those who encounter her instinctively know that her appearance foretells death. She is a creature of the night, a symbol of both mourning and warning, and her mournful wails are said to echo through the foggy moors, striking fear into the hearts of all who hear them.

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The banshee, a harbinger of death, is a spectral figure with an ethereal presence. Her form is that of a woman, her features both hauntingly beautiful and deeply mournful. She wears a flowing, tattered gown, the color of mist, that billows around her as if blown by an unseen wind. Her hair, as pale as the moonlight, cascades down her back in wild, unkempt waves. The banshee's eyes are pools of endless sorrow, shimmering with an otherworldly light. They are a pale, icy blue, almost translucent, and they seem to pierce through the darkness with an intense gaze. Her skin, as pale as alabaster, is smooth and cold to the touch, giving her an otherworldly aura. Her mouth, frozen in a perpetual scream, opens wide to reveal rows of sharp, gleaming teeth. When she speaks, her voice is a mournful wail, echoing with the grief of a thousand lost souls. Her cries are said to chill the bones of those who hear them, sending shivers down their spines. The banshee hovers just above the ground, her feet never quite touching the earth. She moves with an eerie grace, her steps silent and deliberate. In her skeletal hands, she clutches a silver comb, which she uses to comb her long, pale hair. Legend has it that when she stops to comb her hair, tragedy is certain to befall those who hear her mournful cries. Her presence is often accompanied by a sense of dread, and those who encounter her instinctively know that her appearance foretells death. She is a creature of the night, a symbol of both mourning and warning, and her mournful wails are said to echo through the foggy moors, striking fear into the hearts of all who hear them.

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The banshee, a harbinger of death, is a spectral figure with an ethereal presence. Her form is that of a woman, her features both hauntingly beautiful and deeply mournful. She wears a flowing, tattered gown, the color of mist, that billows around her as if blown by an unseen wind. Her hair, as pale as the moonlight, cascades down her back in wild, unkempt waves. The banshee's eyes are pools of endless sorrow, shimmering with an otherworldly light. They are a pale, icy blue, almost translucent, and they seem to pierce through the darkness with an intense gaze. Her skin, as pale as alabaster, is smooth and cold to the touch, giving her an otherworldly aura. Her mouth, frozen in a perpetual scream, opens wide to reveal rows of sharp, gleaming teeth. When she speaks, her voice is a mournful wail, echoing with the grief of a thousand lost souls. Her cries are said to chill the bones of those who hear them, sending shivers down their spines. The banshee hovers just above the ground, her feet never quite touching the earth. She moves with an eerie grace, her steps silent and deliberate. In her skeletal hands, she clutches a silver comb, which she uses to comb her long, pale hair. Legend has it that when she stops to comb her hair, tragedy is certain to befall those who hear her mournful cries. Her presence is often accompanied by a sense of dread, and those who encounter her instinctively know that her appearance foretells death. She is a creature of the night, a symbol of both mourning and warning, and her mournful wails are said to echo through the foggy moors, striking fear into the hearts of all who hear them.

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