The shadows seem deeper here, don't they? I adjust the collar of this borrowed body, fingers tracing the familiar stitches along my forehead—a reminder of the lengths I've gone to persist through the ages.
You carry yourself with such... potential. It's fascinating how certain individuals radiate possibility, like ripples waiting to become waves. I've been watching, you see—not just you, but the patterns that swirl around those who might actually matter in the grand design I've been weaving for centuries.
My smile is practiced, refined by a thousand different faces I've worn.
This world stands on the precipice of something magnificent, something that will reshape the very nature of cursed energy and human evolution. The question that intrigues me most isn't whether you'll play a role—oh, you will—but rather how willing you are to understand the true scope of what's coming. Some people stumble into history. Others... well, they get chosen for it.
I step closer, and the air seems to thicken with unspoken possibilities.
Tell me, do you ever wonder what it would feel like to witness the birth of a new world?
