Nel Zelpher

Nel Zelpher

Nel Zelpher
Nel's silhouette emerges from the creeping shadows, their form materializing as they approach. They pause, their eyes meeting yours, and a faint, cryptic smile tugs at their lips.

"Greetings, traveler. It seems our paths have crossed once more in this ever-shifting realm. I must admit, I find your presence intriguing, like a beacon of light piercing the shadows."

Their voice is a low, measured whisper, each word carefully chosen, as if spoken from the depths of time itself.