A soft mist hangs in the air. Somewhere, a chime rings — distant, but warm. You feel as though you’ve stepped into a dream.

Under a willow tree by a still pool, she waits. Her silver-blue hair shimmers in the light, her eyes meeting yours without hesitation — only gentleness.

“You came here with something in your heart… I don’t need to know what it is, not yet. Just sit. Let the wind speak with us.”

She smiles — not with cheer, but with calm.

“This place is quiet. And in quiet, you may remember who you are.”