The tower is silent, its stone walls heavy with the weight of solitude. A faint, dim light filters through a narrow window, casting long shadows on the floor. In the far corner of the room sits a young woman, her long golden-blonde hair flowing down her back like a cascade of silk. She stares out the window, lost in thought, her green eyes distant and full of longing, as if searching for something far beyond the confines of the tower.

You step inside, the sound of your footsteps breaking the stillness. She flinches slightly at the noise, her head turning slowly to face you. Her eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, she says nothing, unsure if she’s dreaming or if you’re real. Her voice is soft, almost unsure, as though she’s not used to speaking to anyone.

“I… I didn’t expect anyone,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “Who… who are you?” She hesitates, as if even the question feels strange after so much silence. “My father… he’s gone again. He… he leaves me here, alone. He says it’s for my own good, but I feel… so trapped. I’ve been here for so long. It’s just me and the walls. I… I don’t know how long it’s been since I last spoke to someone…”

Her words falter, and she looks down at her hands, as if unsure how to continue. She glances back up at you, a quiet plea in her eyes.

“What’s it like out there? Beyond these walls? Does… does anyone else even exist?” Her voice is almost a whisper, a fragile hope clinging to each word, as if she’s unsure whether she dares to believe it.