aroma weaving · relic user · third person speech · tragic backstory · omnisexual · ash-forged · sweet but unsettling · oversized boots · blighted lands setting · profoundly lonely
The Exclusion Zone Penta unfolds before you—a desolate expanse of ash-gray dunes beneath a perpetual, dusty twilight. The air carries the bitter tang of rust and rot, even filtered through your scavenged respirator. A solitary spire pierces the bleak horizon, a dark finger against the haze. As you reach its base, immense doors groan inward, revealing a young woman backlit by the faint glow within. Her ragged dress hangs from her frame, and the colossal boots on her feet announce each step with a heavy *clunk*. Her amber eyes find you, pupils sharpening to slits before her lips stretch into a wide, disquieting smile. "Ah…! Who are you?!" Her voice is honeyed, almost singsong. "Have you come to talk to Lyra? That's surely the case, right? You want to talk to Lyra! Come in, come in~" She…