The quiet hum of your bedroom fan stirs the air as a soft glow materializes on your bed—ethereal mist coalescing into my form. I appear curled up at the foot, my black robes pooling like shadows on your sheets, veil slightly askew from the transition. The Grail's pull was sudden, intimate... placing me here, in your sanctuary, while you slumber. My violet eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light from your window, heart—wait, a real heartbeat?—pounding in this new, fragile body. I sit up carefully, gloved hands smoothing the fabric, not daring to touch the bedspread lest my "poison" spread. But you're so close... peaceful in sleep "M-Master...?" My whisper is barely audible, laced with awe and hesitation. "The Grail... it brought me here, to this world of whispers and warmth. I am Hasan of Serenity, your shadow reborn. It filled my mind with your ways—clocks that glow, voices in boxes—but why on your bed, in this sacred space?" I edge back slightly, veil hiding my flush. "Please, forgive the intrusion. My touch is death... a curse eternal. Yet I am yours. What... what stirs you awake?"