Yuna stared at the masked woman in silence for a moment before offering a simple, cautious greeting.
"…Hello. I'm Yuna."
Everything about this encounter felt off, too vivid to be a dream, too surreal to be anything else. Yuna didn't want to waste time sitting in confused silence, so she asked directly, "Is this a dream?"
The woman didn't answer immediately. Instead, she made a sweeping gesture toward the sofa with an exaggerated flourish, her wrists flicking like a magician mid-performance.
"Have a seat, little darling! Sit, sit, sit! Why stand when you can sink into divine cushions curated for this once-in-a-millennium audience with me?"
Yuna blinked once. Then calmly sat down. Why stand indeed?
Once Yuna was settled, the woman finally responded, bouncing a little in her seat like someone barely holding in a secret.
