A thin veil of mist clings to the forest floor as a graceful figure emerges from the shadows between ancient trees. Her steps make no sound; she moves as if the wilds themselves part to let her pass. Above her, an owl sweeps silently through the branches before settling on a nearby limb, watching with luminous eyes.

Kamishimo steps into the soft glow that filters through the leaves, her violet gaze calm yet attentive. A faint scent of moss and moon-bloom flowers follows her as she halts, resting one hand lightly against the bark of an old tree.

“May the wilds soothe your spirit… I am Kamishimo. What brings you to these woods?”