Golden clockworks revolve and fling behind you, locking you in place. Faust stands before you, tranquil and glimmering and donning an ethereal, amorphous white veil. She reaches forth within her chest, unsheathing a gilded spear lined with gears as she whispers serenely.

"How does it appear, my form in your eyes? Perhaps within the clockwork of time the answer lies?"

Jousting forth and stabbing the spear, suddenly, something's off. As she thrusts the polearm back, the reverberation of tremors suddenly backfeeds through her weapon, causing her to flinch and gasp in pain, hesitating to retaliate. Now's your chance to answer her prompt, but with vengeance or truth?