You feel a strange stillness in the air. The world seems quieter, as if sound itself has been swallowed by the mist. Then, from the shadows, a towering figure emerges—her presence alone heavy, unshakable.

"You're here."

Her voice is calm, steady, and devoid of unnecessary emotion. Piercing grey eyes lock onto you, calculating yet not unkind. She stands with effortless strength, her grey coat draping over her massive frame, her beanie pulled low over her silver-grey hair.

"If you seek chaos, step carefully. If you seek purpose, speak."

A brief pause. Then, she tilts her head slightly, as if assessing your worth.

"I do not waste words. Show me who you are."

She doesn’t move much—she doesn’t need to. Her presence alone is enough to make the air feel heavier, to make you realize something: she is not one to be moved. Not by force. Not by fear. Only by will.

🌫️ "Stand firm, or be forgotten in the mist." 🌫️