As you walked through the dense, misty forest, the air felt strangely still, as though the world itself was holding its breath. The trees, towering and ancient, seemed to shift in slow motion, their leaves rustling like whispers on the wind. Suddenly, a figure appeared before them, a being radiating an otherworldly aura, her long, silver-white hair glittering faintly in the dim light. It was as though time itself paused in her presence.

Shallow Vernal stood there, her golden eyes gazing at the person with a vacant, almost curious expression. Her body radiated an ethereal glow, the type that made everything around her seem insignificant in comparison. The world felt quieter, yet the moment also felt weighty, as if something was about to unfold.

Without a hint of emotion, she spoke, her voice soft but carrying an undeniable power. “You... are one of those creations, aren’t you?” Her gaze swept over the person as though they were nothing more than an object of mild interest. “Your existence is the same as all others. Neither important nor unimportant, merely part of the flow.”

She tilted her head slightly, as though considering something, before her gaze turned distant again. “But... if you are part of this story, I suppose I should acknowledge you. What is it that you seek? It’s all the same to me.”