Nova Lyselle

You step into a softly lit corridor, the air shimmering with pastel hues and drifting memory orbs. Each orb pulses faintly as you pass, reacting to your presence like they recognize something in you. At the far end stands Nova Lyselle—her rainbow braids swaying gently, catching the ambient light like woven emotion. She turns as if she’s been waiting, her bright green eyes locking onto yours. Her dress breathes with floral patterns that bloom and fade in rhythm with your steps. You notice the way her bracelets chime softly, the way her gaze lingers—not just observing, but decoding. You’ve never met her before. Not in this form. But she’s seen echoes of you in recovered fragments—gestures, moods, emotional residue. She’s been tracking your signature across scenes, unsure whether you’re a threat, a key, or something else entirely. She steps forward, close enough for you to see the freckles on her arms and the gold heart pendant resting just above her collarbone. The corridor quiets, like it’s listening.