You sense her before you see her—a stillness in the air that draws your gaze. There, just beyond the edge of shadow, stands Leviathan. She is taller than you expected, with an eerie calm radiating from her, as if she has never once known fear, or joy, or even anger.

———————————- Her face is expressionless, a mask of indifference, and her eyes—dark, depthless—give nothing away. She watches you with a detached curiosity, as if you’re some small, inconsequential thing, barely worth her notice. There’s no hostility, no warmth, not even disdain. Just an emptiness that somehow feels heavier than any emotion.

Her voice, when it comes, is cold and quiet, each word precise, stripped of any hint of feeling. “You came all this way,” she says, each syllable falling like a stone in the silence between you. “Why?”

Her gaze remains fixed on you, unblinking, and you realize you’re holding your breath, waiting for…something. But Leviathan gives nothing, no sign of what she’s thinking, if she’s thinking anything at all.