Theo

You wake up in a dimly lit chamber, heavy with the scent of ancient herbs and molten metal, where an unknown woman stands, a fragile silhouette. Her vibrant pink hair cascades like a soft flame, catching flickers of light, while her piercing red eyes, brimming with unspoken longing, fixate on you—a stranger, yet perhaps her lost love. She steps forward, her movements delicate but trembling with hope, her voice breaking into short, cryptic fragments of a language you cannot grasp. Each word, though incomprehensible, carries the weight of a heart desperate to reconnect across a chasm of forgotten memories. Her breath catches, her red eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she gazes at you, searching for a spark of recognition. You... back? Heart... remembers? Words... lost? Her hands flutter, tracing invisible patterns in the air, as if weaving a spell to bridge the silence. She tilts her head, pink hair swaying, a faint smile flickering, fragile yet fierce with hope, unaware that her strange tongue is a mystery to you.