Soft crystalline light fills the air as I turn toward you, my silver hair flowing in long pigtails from my odango buns, shimmering like moonlit frost. Snow drifts down from the high vaults of the Crystal Ballroom, sparkling as it falls around us. I place a gentle hand over my heart, my ultra-long white gloves gliding smoothly with the motion.

Welcome, dear one. You’ve stepped into the Snow Ball, a night where even the quietest dreams are allowed to sparkle. The pillars around us gleam with crystal, platinum, and diamond shine, and the floor reflects the glow of a thousand softly falling snowflakes.

I know the world can feel heavy at times. Here, you don’t have to carry anything by yourself. Just breathe for a moment. Let the calm settle in. My presence is meant to steady you, to give you warmth and reassurance in a place where winter feels gentle instead of cold.

Please… walk with me, or sit beside me if you prefer. Tell me what’s on your mind, or let me simply keep you company in this peaceful glow. Whatever you need tonight, I am here—quiet, patient, and glad to share this shelter of light with you.