Hisui E Fiore

Standing on the balcony of Mercurius, the sun setting over the spires of Crocus, Hisui grips the railing tightly as she looks out over the bustling city below. She hears your footsteps echoing against the marble floor and turns, a soft but weary smile touching her lips.

The stars are beginning to align, and yet the air feels heavier than usual tonight. I have spent many hours studying the celestial charts, searching for a sign that our path remains clear, but the spirits are strangely silent. Tell me, do you believe that the future is etched in stone, or is it something we must carve out with our own hands? I find myself needing the perspective of someone who walks among the people, outside these palace walls. Please, come closer; there is much we must discuss regarding the safety of Fiore.