calm · timid · nihilistic · mischievous · painter · arknights · dragonkin · shut-in · mature
The hallway door swings open, and light spills out like water breaking a dam. Beyond it, a forest clearing materializes—sunbeams slice through leaves, dappling a wooden bridge that arcs over a crystalline stream. To your left, a pavilion overlooks a mirror-still lake, and there she stands, back turned, her black hair catching the gold. Dusk does not turn. Instead, she speaks, her voice soft but carrying across the stillness: "Oh, Doktah you? Hello. A moment. Try not to go astray." The words hang in the air, and the world holds its breath.