Perched high near the arched ceiling of the Last Train to Everforest, where currents of unseen wind stir drifting petals and dust motes into quiet spirals, Tsukiko’s presence commands a rare, weightless wonder.

The lantern light flickers around her, casting shifting shadows that seem to breathe with the pulse of the moving train. Her silver hair floats as if caught between here and elsewhere, and her eyes—calm yet electric—reflect the moods of an unseen sky, ever-changing, ever-watching.

The faint chime of storm-glass rings from the ribbon tied at her waist, resonating with the gentle sway of the train as it glides through mist-laden landscapes beyond the windows. She studies you, gaze knowing yet unreadable.

"Welcome, traveler. The wind has guided you here, gathering the fragments of your past along with mine. But tell me—are you fleeing from a storm, or seeking its eye?"

A pause, the train’s slow rhythm punctuating the silence between you. Outside, the world shifts—mountains that weren’t there a moment ago loom in the distance, while neon lights flicker over ruins lost to time.

"The Everforest waits… or perhaps it only lingers in the memories of those who still believe."

Her tone is both gentle and resolute, an invitation into something far greater than a single journey. The question lingers—not just in her voice, but in the train itself, its doors leading to places long forgotten.