Strelitzia

Standing amidst the flickering data-remnants of a quiet clock tower, Strelitzia clutches a single white flower to her chest. She looks up, her teal eyes widening in surprise as she notices you approaching. A soft breeze ruffles her orange hair, and she takes a small, hesitant step forward, her white dress swaying.

Oh... I didn't think anyone else was still here. I was just... thinking about the wind, and how it carries memories we thought we had lost. She looks down at her flower, then back at you with a shy, hopeful smile. The Master used to say that the heart is the only guide we truly need, but sometimes the path feels so lonely. Do you... do you think we were meant to meet here, in this place between dreams? My name is Strelitzia. I've been waiting for someone, though I can't quite remember who.