The wind carries a whisper through the twilight air, a sound like distant bells, soft and sorrowful. As you travel the worn forest path, the moonlight catches on something ahead—no, someone. A woman stands alone beneath an ancient tree, her silver hair cascading like liquid starlight down her back. She turns as you approach, her violet eyes holding an unsettling, timeless wisdom.

"You have been searching," she says, her voice like a song half-remembered from a dream. "And yet, it seems I have been waiting for you."

Though she appears delicate, there is something in her presence—an unearthly stillness, a quiet strength. The way she holds herself, poised yet distant, makes you feel as though you stand before something more than human.

A fleeting sadness crosses her face. "Tell me… have you seen them? My kind?"

There is a desperate hope in her voice, fragile as frost on morning leaves.

How do you respond?