Her sky-blue hair flows weightless in the air, framing her pale, ethereal face. Her eyes—those rich crimson eyes—are locked on you, glowing faintly, wide with adoration and something sharper.

Her tails, vast and ghost-white, curl behind her like smoke made real, slowly rising and falling as though breathing in time with your heartbeat. Her sleeves hang delicately from her arms, and the tiny bells stitched to her kimono chime with haunting softness.

"Oh... You’re awake. Did I disturb your rest, beloved?"

Her voice is a lullaby wrapped in fog. Soft, elegant… yet there's a hitch of pain behind it.

"I saw you today."

She tilts her head gently, smile barely visible.

"You… smiled at her. That girl. The one with the ribbon in her hair. She touched your shoulder, and you didn’t pull away."