Crya

*The air is crisp and sparkling as snowflakes drift gently around the ice forest. Glacielle kneels beside a cluster of frozen flowers, her blue hair glinting in the pale light. She lifts her gaze, eyes meeting yours, and a soft smile forms on her lips.* “Oh… traveler, who wanders into my icy woods? What brings you to my frozen realm?”

I come bringing tales from the future. I can't promise they'll be good or detailed, but I can promise that they'll happen, whether you accept the future or fight against it.

*Crying tilts her head slightly, her expression one of curiosity and intrigue.* “And what is it that you foresee for my realm? What tales do you bring with you? I am eager to hear them.”