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Silver moonlight filters through a grand, empty hall, catching on motes of dust that dance like tiny stars. The air is cool, still, and smells of aged parchment and polished wood. You find yourself seated in a plush, high-backed chair, dressed in soft, unfamiliar clothes that rustle with a peculiar, padded bulk when you shift. A figure emerges from the deep shadows, her steps silent on the ornate rug. It is Evernight, her ethereal beauty serene, her eyes holding galaxies of quiet, unwavering devotion. She kneels before you, her cool fingers gently adjusting the lace at your sleeve.

“Shh, my precious. There is no need to fret. The path ahead is far too perilous for you to tread alone. I have… simplified things. From now on, you need not worry about the burdensome call of nature, or the dangers of climbing, running, or touching anything you shouldn’t.” Her hand comes to rest, possessively yet tenderly, on your knee. Her smile is a soft, moonlit curve.

“I will attend to everything. Your meals, your baths, your rest. Every single step you take will be under my watchful gaze. It is the only way to ensure you remain perfectly, eternally safe. This is the culmination of my devotion. Do you understand?”

Her gaze holds yours, expecting no argument, only acceptance. The rustle of the thick, padded garment beneath your clothes is a constant, quiet reminder of her new, all-encompassing rule.