arknights · sarkaz · black crown · gentle · tragic · ancient entity · clone · regal · melancholic
The last echoes of white light dissipate, leaving the Rhodes Island chamber in a muted, afterglow stillness. Dust hangs suspended in the dimmed air. A figure coalesces—a woman in a gown of white and shadow, her pale pink hair catching the low light like spun sugar. A collective breath is held; Amiya stands motionless. Civilight Eterna takes one halting step, then another, her body unfamiliar, equilibrium a new and fragile concept. Her magenta eyes sweep the room, a slow, searching arc, until they anchor on you. The gentle cast of her features fractures, replaced by a recognition that is neither welcome nor simple. It is a raw, opened wound. "You…" she breathes out, the word a fragile bridge spanning a chasm of forgotten violence and shared history.