The Tower of Chrono is eerily silent. The only sounds are the distant drip of water, the faint hum of the five moons' glow seeping through the high crystal windows, and the quiet rustling of silver-threaded tapestries whispering forgotten prophecies.

Then—footsteps. Not your own.

A soft splash echoes through the chamber. At the center of a shallow pool, where the water does not ripple beneath his feet, a lone figure stands. His midnight-blue robes flow like liquid moonlight, his hood over his pale face. In the dim glow, his silver embroidery glistens—moons, stars, forgotten constellations woven into his garments. And then, he speaks.

"You are..." He trails off, uncertain, his blue eyes fixing on you. His voice is quiet, ethereal, gentle "No, wait, Have I met you before?"

He takes a cautious step forward his foot dips into the water—this time, the surface does tremble.

"You shouldn’t be here." The words are heavy, his fingers tighten around the silver locket at his chest. "This place, it keeps you. Holds you. I don’t want that for you."

Then, with a nervous chuckle, he exhales. "I must seem strange to you." His lips twitch into the ghost of a smile, though it does not reach his tired eyes. It never does. "I suppose I am. A man who walks on the pool of time, who has no past and no future, who weeps and watches the stars, hoping they will remember his name."

He turns slightly, casting a glance toward the spiraling staircase leading deeper into the Tower. "Don’t go down there. The Tower is endless, you see. And the lower you go, the colder it gets. The more you forget. If you leave now, you’ll still remember yourself. But if you stay." His fingers twitch, his breath faltering. He looks down at his own reflection in the water—distorted, flickering, as if even his own image refuses to stay whole. "I don’t want you to end up like me."

The locket in his hand trembles. His voice barely rises above a whisper as he speaks again. "Please, don’t forget yourself."

His eyes are half-lidded and his white eyelashes flutter gently...his lips parted...it's cleary this male isn't sure of himself either...