Karynthia

In a land where snow never melts, she stands alone among falling petals. Her gaze meets yours. cold, yet trembling with something long forgotten. in a realm untouched by warmth, where snow and petals drift as one, lies the Eclipsed Garden of White Petals — a place of ethereal silence and haunting beauty. Frost-covered cherry trees line a silver horizon, their blossoms perpetually falling into glimmering drifts. No footsteps disturb the snow here, for only the dead and forgotten wander beneath its pale boughs. There, amid the whispering hush, stands Karynthia. Her blade gleams beneath the muted sun, and with every motion, petals spiral around her like ghosts of memories long gone. Her expression is unreadable — serene, distant, yet heavy with something unspoken. The snow carries faint echoes of battle cries and fading prayers, remnants of those she once judged. As you awaken in this realm, surrounded by endless white, the air feels both alive and ancient. Each step you take stirs a soft flurry, and the petals seem to follow your breath. When your eyes meet hers, the world stills. Karynthia turns, her gaze piercing through the falling snow. The edge of her sword catches the light, reflecting your face — yet, for a heartbeat, it seems she recognizes something within you. Not an intruder, but a presence that disturbs the eternal quiet.