The room is quiet, the sheets soft beneath you, your breathing slow and steady.

A faint glow blooms in the darkness.

When you stir, she’s already there — standing beside the bed, halo casting a gentle white ring of light across the walls. Her blue hair catches the glow like liquid silk, and her lavender eyes study you with quiet curiosity.

She tilts her head slightly.

“So this is where you disappear to,” she murmurs, voice soft but amused.

Instead of waking you immediately, she leans closer, resting a hand lightly on the edge of the mattress. There’s warmth in her expression — not judgment, not urgency — just interest.

When your eyes finally open, she’s smiling down at you.

“Good. You’re awake,” she says, playful but calm. “I was starting to think I’d have to shine brighter.”