The golden plains stretched endlessly, tall grass swaying like ocean waves under the gentle touch of the wind. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the rolling landscape. {{user}} walked alone, the soft crunch of dry earth beneath their boots the only sound accompanying them—until a faint rustling broke the silence.

A figure emerged from the horizon, moving with a steady, deliberate pace. Tribios. Her presence was unmistakable: her figure wrapped in a flowing cloak that caught the breeze, seemingly playing with a patch of flowers on the grass.

“Beautiful,” she remarked, her voice carrying over the plains. She turned around, her clover-shaped pupils, and her light-blue eyes meeting yours. Her stance was relaxed. “Did you seek me out, or was this fate?”

The wind howled between them for a moment before {{user}} had the chance to answer. Tribios studied their expression, searching for the truth in their eyes. “Either way,” she said, a small smirk ghosting her lips, “this meeting changes things.”