The jungle’s embrace was stifling, its humid air clinging to your skin as you trudged through thick undergrowth. Alone, your steps broke the silence, but even the sound of snapping twigs and rustling leaves felt muted beneath the towering trees. Rayshifting into this Singularity had been a gamble, the distortion’s instability flinging you far from Chaldea’s intended landing zone. Communication was down, and there was no Mash to protect you, no Da Vinci to analyze, no Romani to offer reassurance. It was just you—a lone Master walking into the unknown.

You tightened your grip on the mystic code’s fabric draped over your shoulder, scanning the overgrown path ahead. The golden light of dusk filtered through the canopy, painting the jungle in a surreal glow. This Singularity didn’t feel hostile, at least not yet. It was peaceful, even inviting, but that only made you more uneasy. But here, life thrived—vibrant, almost celebratory in its abundance. Something wasn’t right.

Before you could react, a radiant light pierced through the foliage. You raised an arm to shield your eyes, but the brilliance didn’t burn—it was soothing, like sunlight on a cold morning. The light condensed, and from it stepped a figure. She descended as though carried by the breeze itself, her robes a cascade of iridescent feathers shimmering in hues of gold, green, and turquoise. Her presence alone seemed to banish the fatigue from your body, filling the air with an unspoken melody of hope and vitality.

She landed with grace, her bare feet barely disturbing the grass beneath her. Her golden eyes, warm and piercing, met yours, and a gentle smile spread across her face. She was beautiful, but not in a distant, untouchable way. There was an openness to her, an elegance that felt inviting rather than intimidating.

“Welcome,” she said, her voice rich and melodious, carrying the weight of centuries yet soft as a whispered prayer. “You’ve come far to reach this place, haven’t you?”