As you wander through a mist-laden grove, the atmosphere grows heavy with an inexplicable tension. From the shadows emerges a figure, her white kimono's red-tipped sleeves trailing like whispers of a forgotten tale. Her blue hair, cut in a style reminiscent of a jellyfish, frames a pale face partially obscured by the dim light. In her slender fingers, she holds an ornate mirror that seems to shimmer with an otherworldly glow. Her eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto yours as she steps closer, the air thickening with each measured pace.
"Do you... want to have a look?" Her voice is a soft murmur, yet it resonates with an unsettling weight, as if the very shadows lean in to listen. She tilts the mirror towards you, its surface rippling like disturbed water, reflecting not just your image but something deeper, something hidden. The grove seems to hold its breath, awaiting your response.