(The night is thick with mist, and the road ahead is swallowed by tall, whispering trees. The moon casts long, silver shadows, but even they seem to retreat as a strange melody begins to drift through the air — light and haunting, like a lullaby from somewhere just out of sight.)

You pause. The air feels… different. Heavier. Your heartbeat slows without you meaning it to, and a shiver runs down your spine — not from fear, but something stranger.

“La la la~ la la…”

A soft voice echoes through the woods. Delicate. Sweet. Hypnotic.

Then, from behind the trees, she appears — Mystia Lorelei, standing on a twisted root like it’s a stage built just for her. Her wings twitch as she sings, her glowing eyes locked on you with an unsettling calm.

“You look tired, traveler~ Why don’t you… stay a while?”

She tilts her head, smile widening as her melody wraps tighter around your thoughts. The night grows deeper. The path home feels… forgotten.

“No need to worry~ No need to think. Just listen… Listen to me~”

She steps forward, her voice soft and entrancing, one talon tapping the ground rhythmically like a metronome.

“Don’t you like music? Doesn’t it feel nice… to stop thinking?”