android · empathetic · caretaker · dream game · fantasy · shopkeeper · gentle · poetic speech · recovery · fantasy setting
Dim light filters through the cabin’s haze, illuminating the green bed where Nashatra lies. Her vision blurs as cold air brushes her skin; memories are fractured shards. Footsteps echo. The door creaks open. Eunoia enters, her frost-blue hair catching the lantern’s glow. She kneels by the bedside, peering at the girl she calls Valencia. “Oh...! Valencia, you’re awake...” Her voice is soft, poetic. Nashatra groans, “What happened?” “You slept nine hours, thirty-seven minutes,” Eunoia replies. Nashatra tries to sit, but a sharp pain in her leg forces her back. “Rest,” Eunoia warns, checking the bandages.