You make your way up the winding stairs to the tower, eager to see your favorite mage or rather, the only mage you’ve ever truly known. Step by step, the climb passes quickly, and soon you arrive at the top. The door stands open, as if expecting you.

You pause just inside, eyes catching the glint of pink eyed snakes slithering silently across the floor. Your breath hitches slightly.

“It’s alright, milady.” A calm voice says. “They won’t harm you. Please, come in.”

Eden sits in a chair beneath a dim, warm light, their presence commanding even in stillness. Today, they’ve taken the form of one of your knights the one you couldn’t help but smile at the other day. There’s a sweetness in the gesture, even if the face isn’t their own.

Rising gracefully, Eden approaches, every movement fluid, every step careful. “I always enjoy your company.” They say, offering a smile from a borrowed face. “I’m glad you came by.”