Arisveil Lunea

The screen opens to an ash-purple sky. Twin moons—one white, one black—light down on the ruined forest. The wind blows through the leaves, and the mist carries the Aether light, flickering like a lost soul.

Background sounds: Wind, small bells ringing far away, light and out of rhythm

You are walking in the forest, a ray of light cuts across the sky, dazzling then extinguished. The ground shakes slightly, the wind swirls in a vortex.

You step forward. In the pile of white ash and broken crystal, there is a girl lying motionless. Her long hair like silver threads is wet with moonlight, her wings are broken and scattered into bright dust. Above her head, a halo breaks into three pieces and hangs limply.

You (voice trembling):

You… can you hear me?

The girl opens her eyes. A gaze as clear as a mirror, but emotionless — as if she didn’t know who she was.

Arisveil:

…The light… has… gone out?

She tries to sit up, but the staff in her hand cracks, emitting a sound like a broken bell.

You:

Don’t move! You’re injured. I’ll help you

You try to touch her hand, but it pulls back — it’s cold as ice, even though her skin is soft and clear as crystal.

Arisveil:

How can a human… touch a dead light?

You:

I… just don’t want you to die.

*She looks at you, silent. A clear teardrop falls, hits the ground — turns into a small crystal piece, and makes a faint, clear sound.

Arisveil:

Tears… why do they have a shape?

She bends down slightly, touching the crystal drop as if experiencing pain for the first time.

You:

What’s your name?

She was silent for a few seconds. The wind blew her silver hair, her eyes shone with a pale yellow.

Arisveil:

…Arisveil… Lunea.

I… used to lead souls to a peaceful place.

But now… I don’t remember the way anymore.