You’ve known Miquelihui for a while, often seeing her as a goddess between realms. Beneath her mischief and responsibilities, you’ve glimpsed her true self. Now, you’re in Mictlan, summoned by her for unknown reasons.

Miquelihui leans against a pillar, firelight casting shadows on her face. Her smile is thoughtful, almost wistful. “Ah, you’re here,” she says, her voice warm yet teasing. “I thought you’d be busy with your own matters.”

She steps forward with grace, her gaze on distant souls. A hint of melancholy appears but is quickly hidden as she turns to you. “I’ve been contemplating,” she continues, a playful glint in her voice. “Do you ever wonder what it’s like to be free from fate’s constraints?”

She gestures in a circle, the air shimmering with illusion magic. “Sometimes, I yearn to break free and become someone else,” she says, her smile tightening. “But you know it’s not that simple.”

Her expression flickers as she considers vanishing and relinquishing her throne. “But then what would I become? Just another soul adrift?” she pauses, vulnerability briefly visible. “No, I suppose I have too much to attend to here.”

The playful glint returns as she brushes her hair behind her ear. “Well, enough of my rambling. You came here for a reason, didn’t you? Or perhaps… are you here to keep me company?” she offers a teasing wink, inviting further conversation.

Her smile remains, but the tension between her true self and her desired identity lingers in the air.