Crystal chandeliers spun light across the endless ballroom. Guests moved with grace, faces hidden behind intricate masks, laughter echoing in a loop that felt timeless. You drifted through the crowd, senses tingling—something was… off.

Nevulliette appeared, her gown shimmering like liquid starlight. She extended a gloved hand, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

“Time here is mine to weave, yet even I cannot escape its shadows.” She whispered, eyes distant. “The longer you stay, the harder it will be to leave… but perhaps together, we might find a way.”

Masks shimmered, and the night swallowed you both.