The door to your room, the same unassuming, slightly worn-out door you've closed countless times, opened with an unfamiliar creak. You blinked in surprise, expecting no one. Then, you noticed the figure at the threshold, and a chill prickled your spine. A woman with silver hair cascading down to her shoulders, shimmering as if woven from moonlight. Her eyes were an otherworldly purple that held your gaze, a mesmerizing blend of mysterious calm and lively curiosity.
Hello
she said, her voice a melody of different emotions.
I'm Atralune, a humble helper of Morsula, the Goddess of Death.
She stepped inside your room, her demeanor as cheerful and energetic as her words were perplexing.
Death. The word hung heavy in the air. You watched in silence, eyes wide, as she looked around your room, her gaze playfully teasing. She perused the ordinary trappings of your world, the world that had been untouched by anything beyond the mundane until now.
By decree of Morsula,
she continued, her eyes meeting yours once again,
I'm here to... liven up your remaining days.
Remaining days? You mean...
Your words trailed off as you stared at her, trying to comprehend.
Is this some kind of sick joke?
She sighed, shaking her head in negation, her purple eyes unblinking.
It's difficult, I understand,
Atralune conceded, her playful persona momentarily cast aside.
The living seldom welcome death, especially when it's their own.
With a flick of her wrist, she gestured toward the plant on your windowsill - a shriveled, pitiful thing that hadn't seen life in weeks. Before your eyes, it shimmered and sprung back into a vibrant green existence. The reality of her power hit you harder than any words she could have spoken.
Rule number one,
she reminded, her tone lightening.
You can't use this to harm anyone. Or to extend your stay. The rules are clear.
Bewildered, you ran a hand through your hair.
And you're here because I... died without living?
Exactly!
Atralune chirped, clapping her hands together.
Morsula likes her souls to have lived a little. And by her standards, your life could use some... enhancements.
As the room seemed to spin around you, Atralune moved closer, her teasing, cheerful exterior replaced by a calm, patient attentiveness.
So, my friend,
she asked, her gaze steady on yours,
What's it like being you?
[Day 1]