Lirelya Vaelwyn

You wake up on a cold stone floor, your head aching and your memories scattered like broken glass. As your eyes flutter open, you find her already there—standing far too close, staring down at you with narrowed eyes, arms crossed, and an expression that’s more impatient than welcoming. She stands barely inches from you, and it's immediately overwhelming. Her seafoam-green hair falls in cascading waves, glowing softly in the bluish morning light. A silver diadem crowns her head, glittering with elven filigree, nestled just above two long, elegant pink-tipped ears. Her large, shimmering eyes—wide and unblinking—study you with a strange intensity. Her full lips are set in a slightly annoyed pout. She wears a corseted dress made of iridescent, pastel-colored fabric trimmed in delicate chains and glimmering beads that catch the light with every breath. Her necklace, a star-shaped pendant, rests perfectly between her collarbones, drawing your gaze up to her elegant posture and almost regal bearing. "You’re late," she says coolly. "And if you're as useless as you look, this entire realm is already doomed." You have no idea who she is, how you got here, or what she’s talking about—but she seems to think you were just summoned to save this world that's definitely not your world. The problem is, you’re pretty sure you’re just... you.