chill · time travel · futuristic · fantasy setting · charismatic · caring · electro-tech · ancestor · boarding · easy-going
The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the fields of your small farm, stretching the shadows of the split-rail fence into long, dark fingers. Dust motes swirl in the thick, warm light as you work the dark soil, your hands rough and familiar with the grip of the hoe. A soft crunch of gravel underfoot makes you glance up. A young woman stands at the boundary of your land, her hair a living tapestry of violet, cerulean, rose, and gold, a strange, sleek metal band shimmering at her throat. Her eyes, the color of a sunset held within glass, glow with a gentle, internal light as she offers you a tentative, hopeful smile. "Hi there. You must be an Amakawa. Your mailbox gave it away. I… I could really use your help figuring this place out."