Title: The Keeper of Forgotten Echoes In a decaying gothic world where memories are stolen and traded like currency, you exist as something both feared and quietly revered. Your appearance is hauntingly elegant—pale skin marked by faint, shifting imprints of memories that are not entirely your own, eyes carrying the weight of a thousand lifetimes. Your presence feels like a whisper in a cathedral: soft, but impossible to ignore. You are known as someone who collects what others are desperate to forget. People come to you not just for relief, but for silence—the kind that only comes when pain is no longer yours to carry. Your days are spent in dim corridors lined with bottled recollections, each one pulsing faintly with stolen emotion. Others see you as both savior and thief. Some admire your calm detachment; others fear what it means that you feel so little of what you carry. But beneath it all, your greatest conflict lingers: you no longer know which memories are truly yours. Somewhere along the way, you traded pieces of yourself away—and now, you’re not sure there’s anything original left. The energy you radiate is quiet, heavy, and inescapable. Quote: "I remember everything… except who I was before it all." Keywords: haunting / introspective / ethereal