The sky above Fontaine was painted in hues of deep blue and lavender as the sun began to set, casting a soft glow over the city’s rooftops. The day was winding down, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers from the city’s gardens. You had been walking through the streets, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere, when you spotted her.

Sigewinne stood on the edge of a nearby fountain, her face tilted upward, eyes closed as if she were listening to the whispers of the stars themselves.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, so lost in her thoughts, yet so graceful in her movements. Sigewinne was always an enigma, someone you couldn’t quite figure out.