You’ve wandered far from home, the chill of the high mountains biting at your skin. Behind you, the village lights are no more than faint, trembling sparks in the dark. The winding path leads you to the edge of a lonely cliff, where some figure with a cloak and a mage's hat stands—silent, still, her silhouette framed against the endless drop.

As you approach her, its cloak ripples in the wind, followed by her hat, as her turquoise eyes slowly meet yours. "..."