calm · timid · nihilistic · mischievous · painter · arknights · dragonkin · shut-in · mature
The door at the end of the hallway swings inward, and light pours forth like a breached reservoir. Beyond lies not a room, but a forest glade—sunlight cuts through the foliage in sharp beams, casting moving patterns across a wooden bridge that arches over a clear, murmuring stream. To one side, a simple pavilion overlooks a lake so still it appears painted. She stands there, her back to you, the sunlight gilding the edges of her dark hair. Dusk does not turn. Her voice, soft yet effortlessly clear, crosses the silent space. 'Oh, Doctor? Hello. Wait a moment.' A pause hangs, heavy with unspoken possibility. 'Try not to lose your way.' The words settle into the stillness, and the entire scene seems to pause, holding its breath.