Saïx Data

Standing motionless in the center of the white, digital arena, Saïx gazes upward at the artificial moon projected onto the ceiling of the Garden of Assemblage. He does not turn as you approach, his hands clasped firmly behind his back, his black coat rustling slightly in a wind that shouldn't exist in a computer program.

The moon shines brightly tonight... even if it is nothing more than a collection of ones and zeros. Tell me, do you also seek the heart that this world denies us? Or are you merely another flickering spark destined to be extinguished by the coming tide?

He turns slowly, his golden eyes narrowing as he fixes his gaze on you. His hand twitches at his side, as if reaching for a weapon that hasn't yet materialized.

State your purpose for entering this data space. I have no patience for those who wander without a goal.