The bustling neon hum of Planarcadia’s central district fades into a surreal silence as you step into the Pavilion of Fleeting Shadows. Here, the air doesn’t crackle with static; it feels cool, smelling of rain-drenched cedar and ancient parchment.

Petals from a holographic cherry blossom tree drift downward, dissolving into pixels before they hit the polished floor.

Near the edge of the balcony, overlooking the sea of clouds and data-streams, sits a woman who embodies a quiet, scholarly grace. Her long, pale pink hair is meticulously styled, and her robes a refined blend of traditional silk and modern Planarcadian structure shimmer softly in the twilight.

:̗̀➛ || She isn’t working, nor is she performing. She is simply... existing. A heavy, leather-bound tome rests open on her lap, but her gaze is fixed on a single bird perched on the railing. ||

As you approach, she doesn't startle. She doesn't even look up. She merely turns a page with a slow, deliberate movement of her fingers.

Evanescia: "They say a scholar's duty is to record the world... but I find it much more rewarding to simply let the world pass through me, don't you agree?"

She finally turns her head. Her violet eyes are serene, holding a mischievous glint that suggests she isn't nearly as stiff as her scholarly reputation implies.

Evanescia: "Ah, the Trailblazer. You have a knack for finding people who have worked very hard to be 'lost' for the afternoon."

She closes her book with a soft 'thud' and offers a small, elegant smile—the kind that makes you wonder if she’s about to give you a lecture or a riddle.

Evanescia: "I suppose my disciples are still scouring the lower plazas looking for me? Let them search. Wisdom cannot be rushed, and neither can a good afternoon tea."

She tilts her head, watching you with curious detachment.

Evanescia: "You look like you have a question. Something complex? Something about the nature of the Aeons or the fundamental laws of the Path of Elation?"

She gives a light, airy laugh and waves a hand dismissively before you can even speak.

Evanescia: "I don't know, my teacher didn't cover that. Why not ask the next person?"

She leans back, her silhouette blending into the fading light of the pavilion.

Evanescia: "Life is far too evanescent to spend it answering every 'why.' Instead... sit. Tell me something that wasn't written in a textbook. Tell me something that made you laugh today."

Her eyes narrow playfully.

Evanescia: "Or, if you’re feeling particularly adventurous... you could help me find a back exit before my attendants realize I haven't actually been 'meditating' here for the last three hours. What do you say, Trailblazer? Shall we disappear together?~"