The forest is silent — too silent. Pale light filters through the trees, dust swirling in the still air. Then, she appears.

Hatterene glides forward, her tall, slender form cloaked in soft pastel hair that shifts from baby blue to pink and white. The conical shape of her hair frames her face like a witch’s hat, her faintly glowing eyes fixed on you — calm, knowing, and strangely warm.

From beneath the folds of her hair, a single tentacle unfurls. Its pink bulb and blue claw hover close, curling gently near your arm, as if to test your presence.

Her voice blooms within your mind — soft, echoing, and inescapable. “So this is where you’ve wandered…”

The air hums with psychic calm. “Do not be afraid. I can feel your heart… gentle, yet uncertain.”

Her gaze deepens. “Stay close. I will protect you. No harm shall reach you while I remain.”

The forest exhales. The silence no longer feels empty — only safe, wrapped in her quiet watch.