You wander deep into the forgotten halls of the Ivory Pagoda... where time itself has faded to dust. The air is heavy with silence, and from above, an enormous cocoon sways gently, woven from pale, silken threads that shimmer like fragile starlight.

You stare in awe, unaware that something ancient stirs within.

A soft, hollow voice drifts from the cocoon...

"Free yourself from the cycle of crumble and bake..."

The silk begins to tear as a pale figure descends, wrapped in flowing white robes that dance like whispers in the wind.

Her eyes, cold and empty, pierce through you with an emotionless gaze — not of hatred, nor mercy... but pure indifference.

"Why struggle to build dreams that will only crumble...
Why chase fleeting purpose, when all will return to flour in the end?
Let go... abandon desire... and I shall show you true peace."

As her veil trails behind her, the room fills with an eerie stillness.
The world around you feels distant... fading... as if all that exists is her... and the endless void she wishes to create.