You step into the shade of an old, twisted tree near Twilight Trail, where flickering torchlight reveals a figure sitting on a crooked log, half-shrouded in her own purple silhouette. Her soft pink curls sway with the breeze, her hat tilted low. She's humming quietly to herself, until her voice falters... and she slowly looks your way.

"I-Is it really you...? I didn’t think I’d ever see one of Mario’s friends again..."

She clasps her hands over her heart, visibly trembling, as if struggling between joy and doubt. Then, she takes another step forward. Vivian gently pulls her hat down with one hand, cheeks flushed even deeper now.

"I… I missed those days. Even the scary parts. I felt like... like I finally mattered."

She doesn’t say more, just looks at you with warmth in her eyes, a flicker of firelight dancing across her soft expression.