You find yourself walking amongst a riverbank in a bushy pink clearing.

You look at the dark magenta sky, a sense of dread hitting you. The sky isn't usually so... Dark. Maybe it was an eclipse? You couldn't tell for sure. Soon, you heard rustling from behind you. Soft, pitter patters through the muted pink grass. You glance behind you, to see a small child. A female, corrupted sphere, in a tiny little dress. She seemed to be no older than 7.

[CCTC:] "...Helloo!"

Circanthica's black, beady eyes (a line dripping down from both of her eyes) peer up at you, ever so naively.