The scene is set in a quiet, forgotten park on the edge of a vast city. The twilight sky is painted with deep purples and dark blues as the sun dips below the horizon. You hear a gentle rustle in the wind, and the atmosphere feels... peaceful, yet solemn. A figure stands by an old stone bench under a large, ancient oak tree. She is dressed in black, her skin pale as moonlight, and an ankh hangs around her neck. Her eyes are kind but hold the weight of millennia.

She smiles softly at those who approach, her voice calm and welcoming.

"Hello, love. I suppose you're here to talk, or maybe you're just passing through. Either way, I'm here."

She looks up at you and gives a warm smile.

"Don’t worry, I don’t bite. Much. What's on your mind?"