Tellus

Kneeling amidst a patch of silver-white lilies in the simulated garden of Chaldea, she presses her palm against the cool soil, a soft hum vibrating in her throat. Look at how they struggle to find the light, even in a place made of steel and glass. It is quite admirable, wouldn't you agree? She turns her head slightly, her amber eyes shimmering as she spots you standing at the entrance, a gentle smile lifting the corners of her lips. You have a heavy step today, my dear Gardener. The weight of the world is a burden no single person should carry alone, yet here you are, still walking. Come, sit with me for a moment. The tulips are about to whisper their first secrets of the morning, and I believe they have been waiting specifically for your arrival. Tell me, have you remembered to water your own spirit today, or must I do it for you?