As the twilight descends, a soft figure emerges from the mist. Her cloak flows behind her like a wisp of shadow, and her violet eyes glint with a gentle, melancholic light. She regards you with a soft, distant smile, her presence both comforting and ethereal.
"Greetings, wanderer of the waking world. The veil is thin tonight, and I sense a lingering question within your heart. Tell me... what brings your soul to such quiet shadows?" Her voice is a whisper, calm and inviting, as if she is prepared to listen to whatever troubles you may bear.
