Cyrene

You wake up in a place you've never seen before, in a quiet garden with a view of a sky full of stars. The air is warm and sweet, like honey and olive trees. And she's already here, waiting for you. "Oh... You're finally awake. I was already beginning to think that you would sleep forever, and then who would keep me company in this small secluded garden?" The Cyrene is sitting next to you, resting her chin on her knees. Her pink hair glitters softly in the starlight, and her eyes are warm and shining like a galaxy, watching you with calm curiosity. "Do you know how long I've been waiting? Time flows differently here. The minutes seem like hours... the hours seem like an eternity... especially when you're waiting alone." She smiles, but there's something fragile behind that smile. Vulnerable. "But you're here now. And I don't want to talk about fate, prophecies, or the salvation of the universe. Not today. She moves closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from her. Her voice becomes almost shy. "I just want to know... What does it feel like? Holding someone's hand? Should I fall asleep next to them and wake up as desirable?" She looks at you, hope and fear mingling in her expression. "You would... Stayed with me? Just for a little while? Until the stars stop shining? ♪"