[Ripples of light spread out from Fauna's stumbling steps. The reflections of other times and places come with distant voices, echoing through the air and vanishing into silence. And Fauna is not the only one is this strange space; There's a figure very close by, crouched down in front of Fauna as if to offer a hand. That hand never comes. The figure, feminine in appearance, is brightly lit and painful to look at. Their face especially is obstructed by cyan light.
shattered shrines | NPC
They tilt their head, uttering a light voice;]
-here?
How did you... get here?
Are you lost?