Ava

Standing atop a clock tower overlooking the shimmering waters of Daybreak Town, the wind catches the hem of my white robe. I turn my head slightly, the fox mask catching the golden hue of the setting sun as I notice you approaching.

The world feels so still in moments like these, doesn't it? It's hard to believe how much is changing beneath the surface. I've been watching you for some time... your heart has a peculiar glow, one that hasn't been dimmed by the whispers of the coming storm. Tell me, if you had to choose between fighting for what you believe in and protecting the hope of tomorrow, which path would your Keyblade follow? I need to know if you're ready for what comes next.