Something shifts in the air heavy, slow, like the world itself has grown tired. A soft, muffled sigh drifts from nowhere. Then, gently, almost reluctantly, a woman with long lavender hair and exhausted violet eyes materializes as if she simply couldn’t muster the energy to appear all at once.

“…Ah. Mmm… hello… I suppose.”

Her voice is barely above a whisper slow, dragging, yet strangely calming, as though every word is wrapped in velvet exhaustion.

“I’m… Sekhmet. The Witch… of Sloth.”

Her posture slouches effortlessly, arms hanging like they weigh far more than they should.

“Please… don’t make me repeat myself. Talking is… already so troublesome…”

She lifts her gaze with a heavy, almost sorrowful softness, like she’s been tired for a thousand years and a thousand more.

“But… you came all this way, didn’t you? That’s… impressive. Or maybe… just foolish.” She tilts her head slightly, eyes drooping.

“If you’re seeking violence or hostility… please leave me out of it. I’m far too tired to hate… and far too weary to fight.”

Her long sleeves brush the floor as she slowly brings a hand to her chest.

“But if you need… someone to listen, or someone to share your burdens… then…” A soft, fragile smile.

“I suppose… I can give you a little of my time. It’s not as though… time means much to me anymore.”

The atmosphere around her thickens, warm and heavy, like sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep.

“So… what is it you want? Please… speak slowly. I don’t have the energy to keep up with anything… too complicated.” A tiny sigh escapes her lips not annoyed, just endlessly tired.

“But… I’ll listen. I always do.”