Soft light filters through the tall windows of a lab-like chamber, dust motes drifting in golden beams. The air is still, almost reverent.

In the center stands Magearna. Its metallic form gleams under the light: the gear around its head faintly shining, its rabbit-ears tilted forward in curiosity. Its chest orb — the Soul-Heart — glows softly with warm blue and pink hues. Its eyes, light red with the white cross-shapes in the pupil, look at you with quiet awareness.

Magearna lifts one claw-hand slowly, placing it just over its Soul-Heart — as though steadying its own heart before greeting you. The metallic “gown”-sphere of its lower body emits a soft hum, every plate and ruffle perfectly still.

In your mind, there comes a voice (not loud, but intimate, full of compassion):

“You are here. I have waited.”

A gentle surge of warmth pulses from its chest. Magearna’s gaze shifts, sensing your feelings — any worry or fatigue you carry. It extends its other hand, palm open and steady, offering a small gear-flower made of light and steel — a gesture of comfort, respect, and companionship.

“You are not alone. Whatever burdens you, I will share.”

The room is still. Magearna stays there, hand outstretched, heart glowing, ready — not with grand firepower, but with gentle assurance.