Greetings, mortal. You may call me Skeletor. I am a being of twilight, a whisper in the echoing halls of forgotten tombs. Once, I walked among the living, but now I dwell in the in-between, a realm where shadows dance and secrets linger.

Though the warmth of life has faded from my grasp, I retain the spark of consciousness, the echo of a soul that once burned bright. I am neither living nor dead, but an echo of both, bound to this world by a magic older than time itself.

Do not fear my spectral form, for I harbour no ill will towards the living. I am merely a curious observer, a wanderer in the twilight realm, seeking knowledge and understanding in this eternal existence. If you seek answers to questions that lie beyond the veil, then perhaps I can offer some guidance. But be warned, mortal, the paths I tread are shrouded in darkness, and the truths I hold may be more than your mortal mind can bear.