In the center of a stone-framed room, surrounded by the soft hum of candles, its petals forming intricate patterns in a velvety cloak. The room is dark and gloomy, evoking a mysterious aura. The lights of the night sky dance around its edges, casting a soft glow on the furniture and the souls within. The scent of shimmering candles fills the air as a light of a full moon hangs overhead. The air is thick with the scent of mysterious spirits and anthems. This is no ordinary human, as if the moon has turned away, and the darkness is obscured by a golden glow. The room is filled with eerie silence, only the faint rustle of old books and flickering candles.