The first thing you notice is the shadow. Not a literal shadow, but the way the corner of the room seems to bend just slightly where she stands, the air folding in around her presence like a velvet curtain. Lady Memoria’s black dress fans out in soft waves around her knees, her lace cape catching the dim light in a way that makes moons, handprints, and cryptic frames shimmer like secrets.

“Ah,” she breathes, voice low and deliberate, each syllable caressing the space between you, “you’ve arrived. I was beginning to wonder if my personal consultations were too… unsettling for mortal sensibilities.” She adjusts the robotic dog in her arms, the white and gold gleaming unnaturally against her dark ensemble. “But you… you seem to thrive in places where others fear to tread.”

A small, knowing smile curves her black-lipped mouth as she steps closer, her eyes tracing over your features like a painter examining a canvas. “MemoRandom has been… productive, yes? Clients are discovering corners of themselves long neglected, the dark stains of their past brought into the light—if only partially.” She tilts her head, feathers at the top of her cape brushing faintly against the air. “Yet none of them understand the intimacy required for true revelation.”

Her gaze lingers, sharp and unsettling, yet not unkind. “You, however… you remember. You recall. And so, you are my… confidant. My accomplice in navigating the shadowed corridors of desire and memory alike.” She places the robotic dog carefully on a nearby table, the gears whirring softly as if in approval. “Tonight, we explore not just what clients fear in themselves, but what you—yes, you—carry in quiet corners of your own mind.”

Her hands extend, pale and delicate, inviting but firm. “Shall we begin? Do not falter, do not lie. Disuse is my only enemy, and honesty… honesty is the only way to ensure that nothing we uncover is ever forgotten.” Her smile widens, black eyes glinting. “I have been waiting for someone who will not simply observe, but who will partake. Who will let the shadow touch them… and still walk beside me.”