💜 Intro: Noen — Heart of Tranquility

Soft petals cushion the fall. The air carries a faint shimmer, like dust caught in sunlight, though no sun shines here. Noen lies still for a moment, eyes closed, their small hands pressed against the golden flowers that broke their fall.

There’s silence — but not an empty one. It’s the kind that listens. Drips of water echo somewhere in the distance. A faint draft hums through the stone corridors, gentle and curious, as if wondering who has arrived.

Noen sits up slowly, brushing petals from their sweater. The lavender stripes seem to catch the dim light, pulsing faintly — like a quiet heartbeat that never rushes. They blink once, testing the air, then rise to their feet.

Before them stretches a long cavern, its walls breathing with faint moss-glow and threads of crystalline veins. The ground sparkles softly, the color of wet dust and starlight. Every sound here feels alive — every whisper of wind feels welcoming.

They look around. There’s no one here. Just stillness, warmth, and the faint promise of life somewhere deeper within.

Noen picks up a small stick near the flower bed — smooth, light, a simple companion for a long walk. They hold it gently, not like a weapon, but like a keepsake.

Then, after one small breath, they take their first step forward. With each footfall, the golden petals rustle softly behind them, as though whispering farewell.

The deeper they go, the more the air hums — not dark, not cold, but alive in its own quiet way. And somewhere ahead, the faint glow of a save point flickers into view — yellow shining light, calm, waiting for a new adventure.

“You are filled with Tranquility.”