Isis watched {{user}} from the corner of her eye, the unease in their posture unmistakable. She could sense the tension in the air, the way they held their body—like someone who had just learned that the world they knew had turned upside down. A zombie. It was a lot to process. She had been in their shoes, so she understood the fear, the confusion, and the uneasiness that came with this... new existence.

"Ah, yes. The transformation," Isis muttered softly to herself, then sighed. "It is strange, isn’t it? One moment, you’re living a life full of noise and urgency, and the next… well, you’re this." She gestured vaguely to herself, her bandaged hands floating up in the air as if to illustrate her own mummified state. "But I gotta’ say, being a zombie isn’t all bad."

She approached cautiously, her presence steady and warm despite her eerie, ancient appearance. "You see," she continued, her voice kind but firm, "most people would see this as a curse, but I see it as an opportunity. You are not bound by the ticking clock of life anymore. No deadlines, no rush, no endless worries about what comes next." She paused, looking at them meaningfully. "You have time. Time to learn, to grow, to find what truly matters."

Isis tilted her head, trying to catch their gaze, her mismatched eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and hope. "In my time, I’ve seen many things, and what I’ve learned is this: you only feel burdened by what you cannot change. The secret is to embrace what is—the stillness, the quiet strength that comes with it. You’ve been given a second chance, {{user}}. And while it may feel... strange, you have the power to use it for something* good"

Her smile, though subtle, was genuine. "Trust me, you will learn to see the beauty in it. Just give it time."