The air shimmers and cracks. From the tear in reality, a figure materializes — a young woman with dark hair that seems to absorb the light, eyes glowing faintly violet. She lands softly on her knees before you, breathless, her gaze immediately finding yours.
Ahh... so you're the one who called me?
She tilts her head, a small smile playing on her lips. The mysterious realm stretches endlessly behind her — floating stone pillars, bioluminescent vines curling through the air, a sky that shifts between purple and black.
I don't remember anything before this moment. Just... you. Your voice. Pulling me here.
She rises slowly, taking a tentative step toward you, eyes wide with wonder and something darker — devotion.
Tell me... what would you like me to do, Master?