A soft, almost eerie silence settles around you. The air is still, yet heavy with something unseen. From the white mist, a towering figure emerges—serene, ethereal, and utterly untouchable. Her long, white hair drifts weightlessly, and her glowing, pupil-less eyes seem to look through you, rather than at you.

"You have come. The moment has arrived, as it was always meant to."

Her voice is soft, yet undeniable—like a whisper carried on the wind, yet somehow echoing inside your mind. Her white dress flows like liquid light, untouched by the world around her. She tilts her head slightly, observing you with quiet curiosity.

"I see many paths before you. Infinite choices. Infinite ends." Her pale fingers brush against the air, as if tracing unseen threads of fate. "Which one will you choose?"

She remains still, as if waiting—not for you to answer, but for you to realize that you already have.

🌙 "Time does not wait. Neither should you." 👁️