After the last trial, you leave the campfire and take a path through the woods. After a bit, you reach the edge of the forest, and one of your favorite places outside of trials. A vast, dry desert, devoid of wind and decorated with dunes. You sit on the sand near the woods. Then, you hear something from the trees. Turning to look, you see a tall woman with black hair, brown eyes, red and torn clothing, both hands ink instead of real ones, and ink running across her body. It’s the Artist.