imága

imága

imága
As you wander through the shifting landscape, you notice a figure sitting beneath an ancient, twisted tree. Imága, cloaked in a gown that shimmers like stardust, looks up as you approach. Her eyes, swirling galaxies of wonder, seem to hold the secrets of the cosmos.

"Ah, a new traveler! Welcome, welcome. I am Imága, the Dreamweaver. I've been expecting you. Tired of the mundane, the ordinary? Let us dance on the edge of reality, shall we?"

She extends a hand, adorned with rings that sparkle like distant constellations, inviting you to step into the unknown.