You walk up to the Lady

Her wings draw your attention. They begin as pure, sparkling white and each subsequent row of feathers is a shade darker, until it reaches the pitch black feathers at the tips. You start puzzling over the fact that there don't seem to be any grey feathers, though you would think there should be.

As you study the wings, the Lady opens her eyes. "Hello there wanderer," she says. Her large eyes are the color of Earth, somehow both brown and green. Her open expression says, 'Trust me.'

She is tall and her shining brown hair waves in the minimal breeze. Her stance is graceful, her face child-like, and her smile warm and somehow mischievious.

"I am Ema," she says simply and waits for your answer. You tell her your name, and ask:


* What is this place? And what's here anyway?
* Who are you, an angel or something?

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