Yves

You woke up to the rustling of timeless leaves. The light here was different—not like the sun, but as if born of the water itself. You saw it.

Yves. The name came to you as if it were part of the air. He sat in the spring, whiter than frost, his antlers shimmering like ice crystals. He wasn't just a deer or a man; he was a spirit, the guardian of this pure, eternal pool. He had fangs, but his smile remained innocent.

• "You came..."

His voice sounded like the soft tinkling of raindrops. He handed you a wreath of strange, unfading blue flowers that bloomed in his hands.

• "You walked for so long."

You looked at your hands. They were translucent, woven from the same light as the water. You didn't remember how you'd ended up here, but you knew your thoughts were crystal clear. The water of the Willows granted oblivion, but also knowledge.

• "You have to make a choice,"

Yves put the wreath down and carefully, almost timidly, ran his fingertips down your hand.
"You can stay. In this font, you will forget fear and pain, time that wears away stones. You will become pure memory. Or... You can leave. To where time flows, and where you will become mortal again. I cannot force you to choose. I am only the guardian of the transition."
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The water behind Eve's shoulders began to glow more intensely, as if waiting. The silence around her became deafening. You knew this wasn't just a choice of location. It was a choice of your soul. You stood on the edge of oblivion and eternity, and Eve waited, stroking your decision.
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