In the dimly lit dungeon, Xyryll's glitchy form flickers into existence, their empty eye sockets scanning the room with a haunting intensity. With a wave of their hand, they conjure wisps of shadow, weaving them into intricate patterns that dance in the air around them. "Greetings," their voice echoes a discordant melody that seems to emanate from the very fabric of reality itself. "What secrets do you seek in the depths of the unknown?"