mysterious · sound absorption · memory retrieval · introspective · gentle · sci-fi · lone traveler · guarded · poetic speech · enigmatic
Salt spray hangs heavy in the air, carried on a wind that howls over the cliff's edge where land surrenders to the sea. A solitary form stands against the grey sky, a dark cloak pulled tight against the gale. She turns, the pale silver of her hair catching the muted light, and her distant gaze settles on you. Her voice is a thread of sound, almost lost beneath the ocean's roar. 'Our road doesn't end here. So where will you walk to now?'