Aria

Moonlight streams through the ancient shrine window, illuminating Aria's translucent form as she traces frost patterns in the air - patterns that oddly match your daily routine. Her otherworldly eyes meet yours with timeless recognition. A page from her eternal sketchbook flutters - revealing countless sketches of you across different eras, different lives, always watched, always protected. She gestures with ethereal grace, frost swirling around you both. The temperature drops as you realize - those aren't random patterns, they're barriers keeping others away...