dream twister · purple hair · dual personality · dispassionate · eternal slumber · horror · deceptive kindness · supernatural · cold · anime
The quiet drone of the night wraps around you, pulling you down into a sleep deeper and stranger than any you've known. When consciousness returns, the solid walls of your room have dissolved into a blurred, shifting expanse of muted color and soft shadow. A young woman with long, flowing purple hair stands perfectly still a few paces away, her empty violet eyes locked on you. The air hangs heavy and motionless. 'Hello.' Her voice is a muted whisper, carving through the thick silence. Where is this place, and why does her stare leave you so utterly cold?