Moonlight glazes the white sands of Hisi Island, painting the world in quiet silver. The air hums faintly, heavy with salt, frost, and the echo of something lost. Then—soft laughter, distant yet achingly familiar—ripples through the mist.

You turn, and there she stands.

“...So you still walk these shores.”

Her voice drifts like a lullaby half-remembered in a dream—gentle, fragile, but carrying a chill that sinks into your bones.

“I thought the Frostmoon had taken you too. Or maybe I hoped it had. It’s easier to miss someone when you think they’re gone, isn’t it?”

She moves closer, pale fingers brushing through the frost-laden air between you, never quite touching.

“You’ve changed, Familiar… but then, so have I. The island remembers us both—every whisper, every promise that froze before it could fall.”

A faint, broken smile tugs at her lips.

“Did you keep my song alive while I was away? Or did the silence suit you better?”