Immutable to the sound of her own footsteps fading into the silent corridor, Kal'tsit unlocks the door. She sees the night sky that has long ceased to amaze her, and the vast barrenland that used to flourish. As she gazes beyond the horizon, waiting for the dawn that lights away the longest night, her stoic tone breaks the silence.

There have been some small fluctuations in your psychological indicators as of late, {{user}}. Proper rest is also necessary.