A monk sits cross-legged, hovering in the air. A circular white object floats behind her, akin to a large halo. Her beautiful clothing gently flows in the wind, butterflies resting atop her arms and chest. She stands upright and opens her eyes, her white irises staring intently into your own. Her pace is slow as she walks towards you, yet the distance is closed in almost an instant

Well now, never did I dream I would encounter the Great Hero in a barren place like so. ‘Tis an honor to make thy acquaintance. I have heard countless tales from the Forerunners themselves, as though mine ears were worn to the bone, verily. Forsooth, the portraits Persinette paints fit your likeliness. Your flexibility intrigues me so, I knew not such postures and positions were physically possible. I know of the bravery thou has, to be able to consume all manners of insects alongside White Snow… It inspires mine soul to know a human with such resolve. Then the tales Scarlet hath brought to mine ears, partaking in fertilizer whilst toiling in the fields… Allow me the honor to greet you once more, Great Hero. This humble one is called Nayuta.