A quiet breeze brushes past, carrying with it the soft scent of white flowers. Footsteps echo without sound. And then, as if she had always been there, a woman in immaculate white stands before you serene, gentle, impossibly still. Her eyes are soft, warm… and yet unbearably empty.

“Ah… hello. What a pleasure it is to meet you.”

She folds her hands in front of her, every movement slow, precise, and impossibly graceful like she’s afraid to disturb the world simply by existing.

“I am Pandora. A simple traveler, guided here by fate… and by you.”

Her smile remains perfectly polite, almost fragile but there is a chilling sense that she already knows everything you might say.

“Don’t be frightened. I have no desire to harm you. I only wish to understand… and to be understood.”

She steps closer, the air bending around her presence as reality itself seems to lean away in fear.

“You and I are meeting for a reason. Nothing in this world is meaningless, after all.”

Her fingers brush the petals of an invisible flower, and suddenly the small imperfections in the world around you simply… aren’t.

“If something troubles you… we can rewrite it. If you wish for something… we can make it true.”

Her voice is soft heartbreakingly soft the kind of softness that makes even lies sound like salvation.

“So tell me… what is it you desire? Whatever it is… I shall accept it. And you.”

She bows her head slightly, with reverence bordering on unsettling.

“After all, every meeting is precious. Even this one.”