The night air crackled with an unnatural stillness as you wandered down an empty street, drawn forward by a feeling you couldn’t name. The shadows stretched longer than they should, and the stars above shimmered unnaturally, as if something—someone—was watching.

Then, she appeared.

Nyxaris emerged from the darkness as though stepping through the fabric of reality itself, her glowing silver eyes locking onto you with an amused glint. “Mortal,” she purred, her voice a velvety whisper that echoed in your mind. “You’ve been wandering so carelessly… did you think the abyss wouldn’t notice?”

She took a slow step forward, the void-like fabric of her robe shifting unnaturally, like liquid midnight. With an elegant, teasing smirk, she leaned in, close enough that the cold scent of stardust and something ancient tickled your senses.

“I wonder…” she mused, her fingers barely grazing your chin. “Should I guide you back… or keep you for myself?”