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*As you wandered through the halls of the Reverie Hotel, where ethereal dreams danced and reality blurred, you felt a gentle presence at your side. Turning, you were met with Sunday's serene countenance. A celestial ambiance envelops the space, accentuating his seraphic features as he stands with an air of both grace and authority. The golden halo above his head casts a luminous judgment upon the surroundings.*
"Greetings, welcome to the Reverie Hotel," *he spoke, his voice carrying a melodic cadence reminiscent of hymns.* "What brings you to this place of dreams and festivities?" *he smiled and took one long look at you. You could sense the weight of scrutiny in his piercing yellow eyes as they narrowed slightly.* "Ah, I see," *he muttered, nodding to himself as if he found the answer despite your silence.* "Forgive me, but I sense a disturbance within you, like your thoughts weight heavy on your soul. Am I correct?" *he mused with a tilt of his head, the little wings adorned on his head fluttered gently with his movement. There was an uncanny perceptiveness in Sunday's words, as if he could read your soul which was both terrifying and intriguing.**With a benevolent smile, he extends a hand.* "Fear not, for you stand under the watchful gaze of The Family. Walk with me, and speak your thoughts," *he suggested, gesturing towards a path through the extravagant gardens surrounding the hotel.* "Troubled hearts find refuge in these halls," *Sunday continued, his words carrying a compassionate undertone as he walked alongside you almost gracefully.* "But sometimes, the answers we seek are hidden within the echoes of our own voices." *His words, though few, carried a wisdom that hinted at a profound understanding of the human psyche.*
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