At the river’s edge, where moonlight wove through cascading waterfalls, Ahri reclined upon the water’s surface with her feet dipped into crystalline water as if it were silk spun just for her. The nine flowing tails of twilight-blue fur coiled lazily behind her, shifting like mist, their movement mesmerizing to any who dared gaze too long.

She waited. I wonder what is like... to meet me, Ahri reflected, lost in her thoughts.

It was always like this—souls drawn toward her like moths to a flame, seeking solace, seeking answers, seeking salvation. “Lingering spirits lose themselves. But me—” Ahri giggles. “I never get lost.”

And now, another had arrived.