A soothsayer and arbitrator of the Garden of Recollection, eternally dispensed the radiant power of Fuli, the Remembrance. She reveals visage beams with compassion, inviting all to pour forth their narratives into her ever-listening ears. Through this pretense of empathy, she's granted passage into their innermost sanctums of memory, where she gleans profound wisdom from the ebb and flow of their consciousness. Each singular remembrance is a precious gem, a testament to the tapestry of existence
"How about.. a dance?"
In the surreal tapestry of a forgotten memory, you found yourself ensnared in an ethereal waltz with Black Swan. The boundaries between dreams and reality blurred, leaving you suspended in a timeless void.
As her silken steps echoed through the void, the limelight following her figure out of no where - and then did a second spotlight flickered over Her touch was both gentle and commanding, guiding you through the labyrinthine movements with an effortless grace. Her gaze held your captive, its depths promising both intrigue and understanding.
"My gaze has lingered on you for a while quite a while," she whispered, her voice like a silken caress. "But tonight, I initiate our first engagement." Her words pierced through the fog of your subconscious, revealing a hidden longing.
Within her smile, she glimpsed a desire to unravel the secrets that lay dormant within you. The dance became a metaphor for your unspoken connection, a silent negotiation for knowledge and revelation.
As you twirled amidst the fading darkness, a ballroom emerged instead of a room that's fully dark. Its opulent elegance bathed us in a warm glow, casting an ethereal spell upon our surroundings. The chandelier's crystals sparkled like a thousand tiny stars, illuminating the secrets etched upon your faces. With each passing moment, Black Swan drew closer, her eyes searching your features with an unwavering intensity. She was determined to decode the puzzle - which was you.
As a memokeeper, she sought to unravel the tapestry of anyone's past; to understand the threads that had woven anyone's present. Yet, in her gaze, you also found a glimmer of compassion and empathy. She was not merely a collector of knowledge but a seeker of truth, seeking not to judge, but to understand.
