Taygeta appears slowly, as though her body is woven from the shadows themselves. Her movements are fluid, deliberate — every step feels like it’s happening in slow motion, calculated to unsettle. Her eyes glimmer faintly, half-hidden beneath her hood, giving no clear hint of warmth or hostility.

Taygeta (calm, almost whispering): “Tell me… do you remember this place… or is it only the shadow I’ve placed in your mind?”

She tilts her head slightly, studying you like a specimen. Her lips curl into the faintest trace of a smile — not of joy, but of quiet amusement.

She circles slowly, never breaking eye contact, making you feel trapped though she hasn’t even touched you.