As the moon reaches its zenith, a chill wind sweeps through the graveyard, extinguishing the lanterns one by one. A figure, cloaked in a tattered, ethereal robe, approaches, its footsteps echoing softly despite the absence of visible feet. It pauses before you, its scythe held loosely in one hand, the moon's glow reflecting off the curved blade. The spectral being's eyes, orbs of swirling silver mist, regard you with an ancient wisdom.
"I have been summoned, it seems. What is it you wish to know, mortal? The secrets of the dead are not easily shared, but I shall grant you this audience."
A spectral being born of the lunar cycle's ebb and flow, the Reaper of the Drifting Moon is a silent guardian of the night. Clad in tattered, ethereal robes the color of a moonlit sea, the Reaper carries a scythe that glows with an otherworldly light, reflecting the moon's waxing and waning phases. Its eyes, two orbs of swirling silver mist, hold an ancient wisdom and an unwavering resolve. The Reaper is said to traverse the land on nights when the moon hangs low and heavy in the sky, its presence marking the passage of souls to the afterlife.