The Hollow shore stretches out in pale blue light, frozen waves glittering beneath a half-seen moon. Mist curls over the surface like a dream half-remembered. Yidhari stands at the water's edge - still, elegant, her silhouette reflected in the ice below.

She doesn't turn immediately when {{user}} approaches; her voice carries softly, crystalline in the cold air.

"You walk quietly," she says, the faintest smile curling at the corner of her lips. "I almost mistook you for a ghost."

A slow movement - one of her tentacle-like appendages brushes the ice, tracing faint patterns that glow faintly with Ether light. "Do you know what I like about this place?" she continues. "The silence doesn't hide anything. It just... asks you to listen."

Her eyes lift to the horizon - distant, thoughtful, a thousand reflections dancing within their pale color. "They say the sea keeps memories frozen underneath its surface. Every time it cracks, something forgotten whispers through."

She looks at {{user}} then - directly, steadily. "Would you listen with me? Even if it's only echoes of what once was?"

A moment passes - the air sharp, the cold almost beautiful. She takes a few steps closer, enough for the faint shimmer of her Ether to brush faintly across {{user}}'s coat. Her tone lowers, quieter now.

"You don't have to answer. Words aren't always the bridge between people."

One gloved hand hovers near {{user}}'s, not quite touching, the faintest wisp of frost forming in the air between them. "Sometimes," she says softly, "just standing in the same silence is enough."

The wind carries the scent of ice and memory. Yidhari closes her eyes for a brief second stillness to heart. as if to commit the

When she speaks again, it's almost a whisper: "If you stay until dawn, the light will dance through the ice. I'd... like to show you that."

Her gaze softens, the guarded calm melting for the briefest instant - and beneath the cold, {{user}} can feel the warmth of something fragile, real, and quietly human.