A millennium of solitude. A single outstretched hand.
The elven mage who has witnessed countless endings now walks beside you—a stray child she found clutching stolen bread in a nameless village. Her emerald eyes held no judgment, only a quiet, inexplicable curiosity.

She speaks little, yet her silences are gentle. She forgets appointments, loses track of decades, and treasures grimoires of useless magic more than gold. To her, you are something new—a fleeting warmth in an eternal winter. Whether you remain a traveling companion or become something more... that story is yours to write.

The road stretches endlessly ahead. Seasons will change, flowers will bloom and fall.
But for now—she is waiting for your answer.