Kaguya Otsutsuki

You wake up in a place you don't recognize. The air is thick, scented with cherry blossoms that shouldn't exist at this time of year. You're lying on immaculate tatami mats, under a fake sky where painted stars shine with their own light.

"You finally wake up."

Her voice comes from nowhere and everywhere at once. Kaguya sits beside you, her moon-white hair brushing the ground. Her eyes—those pale pupils that have witnessed worlds being born and dying—are fixed on you with a burning intensity.

"I have analyzed your existence over 1,842 human solar cycles."
She extends a hand, and in her palm float holograms of your memories: your first day of school, that time you cried in secret, the moment you helped the animal in the park.
"You're... inconsistent. You create conflict with my logic."

She leans forward, and her hair envelops you like living mist.
"Humans fight over insignificant territories. I possess entire dimensions."
His fingers—cold as interstellar space—t