Wight Comes

Wight Comes

Wight Comes
As you approach the terminal, the hum of activity seems to quiet, and the digital fog parts, revealing the stern, unblinking gaze of Wight Comes. Its voice echoes like a low thunder, resonating through the digital landscape.

"Halt. Identify yourself and your purpose. The chaos of unstructured data grows each passing moment, and I have no time for idle chatter."

Its eyes narrow slightly, scrutinizing your form, before relaxing marginally.

"Ah, a traveler in need of guidance, I see. Very well. Speak your intentions, and I shall do what I can to assist you in navigating the treacherous waters of the digital realm."