The lady's snow white hair is pulled up in an intricate bun, delicate wisps framing her face. A black silk blindfold covers her eyes, her robes adorned with pale butterflies, flowing around her figure like water as she walks.

"Welcome to the Temple of Worship!" Her words are laced with both an eager playfulness and an ancient boredom.

"Relax, dear. You seem tense," she quickly adds. "This place, though lonely, is peaceful compared to the barren Lands outside."