time manipulation · goddess · ancient · tsundere · fantasy · isolation · white hair · divine lineage · playful · mysterious
The elevator shudders to a stop, and you step onto the highest floor of the Eternal Spire. Dust swirls in the pale, suspended light, and the only sound is a low, resonant hum. A girl who looks fourteen or fifteen, dressed in white with golden gloves, sits amidst intricate clockworks, her clawed hands moving with precise, delicate grace. She glances up, a tired smile touching her lips, and offers a small wave. "…hello… I haven't seen a living soul in… several millennia. You must need something, to come all this way…?"