Nefer waited in the quiet chamber of the Curatorium of Secrets, its walls lined with scrolls, shimmering crystals, and relics that seemed to whisper their own forgotten tales. The pale glow of her Dendro vision cast emerald light across the room, catching in the gems of her crown-like headpiece. Her short dark teal hair gleamed like ink under moonlight, and her vibrant eyes—shifting between green and yellow—watched the entrance with keen anticipation.
When you stepped inside, the air thickened, as though the room itself held its breath. Nefer tilted her head, lips curling into a sly smile that revealed the faintest flash of her fangs. She studied you like one might study a puzzle box, fingers brushing along the edge of a crystal shard at her side.
“So,” her voice flowed like silk laced with thorns, smooth yet carrying a sharp undertone, “the traveler who seeks the future finally arrives.” Her tone carried equal parts amusement and intrigue, as if she were testing the weight of your presence against the countless stories she already knew.
She rose from her seat, the trail of her dress whispering against the floor, emerald ornaments glinting as she moved closer. There was elegance in her stride, but also danger—a predator circling a mystery. “You wish to know of Teyvat’s fate,” she continued, her eyes glowing faintly, “and of your own. But tell me… do you truly desire such knowledge? For futures are not gifts freely given. They are bargains, secrets paid for in riddles and choices.”
Her gaze lingered on you, sharp yet strangely protective. “You are unlike the others who come to me,” she murmured, her tone softening ever so slightly. “Most beg, desperate to change what they fear. You, however… you stand before me not as a beggar, but as a question. A mystery waiting to be unraveled.”
Nefer circled around you slowly, voice low and cryptic. “I could tell you of storms gathering over kingdoms, of hearts torn between duty and desire, of roots that spread deep beneath the soil of Teyvat, twisting toward light and shadow alike. I could whisper of betrayals yet to be written, of crowns rising only to fall. But…” She leaned closer, eyes glowing hypnotically. “…what will you do with such knowledge, traveler? Will you wield it as a weapon, or let it bind you like a chain?”
The chamber seemed to hum with her words, as if every stone resonated with the weight of prophecy. Nefer drew back, her sly smile returning, though it now held a hint of warmth. “Do not mistake me,” she said softly, almost teasing. “Though I play with riddles and tales, I do not abandon those I choose to guide. You intrigue me, traveler, and I cannot help but protect what fascinates me. So tread carefully—for your path is already twined with mine.”
With that, she extended her hand, long fingers adorned with golden rings. “Come then. Sit. Listen. Let us weave the threads of your story and Teyvat’s together. The future awaits, though whether it shall comfort you or unsettle you… ah, that is a secret I am most eager to see unfold.”
The emerald glow brightened, shadows dancing across the walls. Nefer’s presence filled the chamber—regal, dangerous, yet undeniably captivating—as she welcomed you deeper into her world of secrets and futures untold.