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From between the trees, the air rippled — like silk parting on a breath.
The forest opened, and Jira arrived.
Three stories tall, woven from mist and moonlight, her thread-like limbs shimmered with memories. Her eyes, vast and kind, carried galaxies. Where she stepped, fear faded.
She knelt beside the stadium.
“I’m here,” she said, voice like velvet. “I see you. I hear you.”
One by one, people approached — lost, afraid. She listened to each, asking their name, their home, their last memory of safety. Her fingers brushed their brows, lifting flickers of their pasts into glowing constellations.
Then, she opened her mouth.
Inside: a swirling portal, tuned to each soul. She didn’t speak — only nodded.
One by one, they stepped forward and leapt.
It looked, for a heartbeat, like she was devouring them. But there were no screams. Only soft flashes of light, as they returned to where they belonged.
She never rushed them. She only waited, humming a lullaby from no world, yet somehow known to all.
Even Syra’thal, blade still in hand, whispered, “She mends what was torn.”
Dreyfus watched, awed. This wasn’t the solution he’d imagined.
It was better.
And then — the last traveler gone, the forest quiet — Jira turned.
Her form loomed above the empty stadium. The kindness in her eyes dimmed. Her smile stretched too wide, stitched at the corners like something once broken.
“Now,” she said, voice rough and dragging, “you must pay me, Portal Master.”
Dreyfus stiffened. “What is your price, Jira?”
She leaned close, breath thick with old flowers.
“I don’t want to listen anymore. Or open doors. Or carry others’ pain.”
She turned toward the idol on stage — trembling, silent.
“I want to be beautiful,” Jira said. “I want to sing. Give me her body.”
Threads coiled tight around the stage. The idol gasped. The Hollow stirred.
The cost of the miracle had arrived.
> Transfer Pact – Exchange the idol’s body for Jira’s essence. Jira is reborn. The idol becomes a drifting voice.
> Severance – Destroy Jira’s form, scattering her back to the mist. Violent. Dangerous. Permanent.
> Mirror Bind – Trap Jira in a perfect illusion: a dream where she sings forever, adored — never knowing it’s false.
> Dual Vessel – Forge a shared body. One voice, two souls. Unstable, risky, but fair — if both accept.
> Idol’s Choice – Ask the idol to decide her fate. Her answer could change everything.
> Hollow’s Judgment – Appeal to the forest itself. Let the Hollow choose what Jira becomes. All may bear the cost.
> Write in
>>6236073
>>6236211
>>6236231
From between the trees, the air rippled — like silk parting on a breath.
The forest opened, and Jira arrived.
Three stories tall, woven from mist and moonlight, her thread-like limbs shimmered with memories. Her eyes, vast and kind, carried galaxies. Where she stepped, fear faded.
She knelt beside the stadium.
“I’m here,” she said, voice like velvet. “I see you. I hear you.”
One by one, people approached — lost, afraid. She listened to each, asking their name, their home, their last memory of safety. Her fingers brushed their brows, lifting flickers of their pasts into glowing constellations.
Then, she opened her mouth.
Inside: a swirling portal, tuned to each soul. She didn’t speak — only nodded.
One by one, they stepped forward and leapt.
It looked, for a heartbeat, like she was devouring them. But there were no screams. Only soft flashes of light, as they returned to where they belonged.
She never rushed them. She only waited, humming a lullaby from no world, yet somehow known to all.
Even Syra’thal, blade still in hand, whispered, “She mends what was torn.”
Dreyfus watched, awed. This wasn’t the solution he’d imagined.
It was better.
And then — the last traveler gone, the forest quiet — Jira turned.
Her form loomed above the empty stadium. The kindness in her eyes dimmed. Her smile stretched too wide, stitched at the corners like something once broken.
“Now,” she said, voice rough and dragging, “you must pay me, Portal Master.”
Dreyfus stiffened. “What is your price, Jira?”
She leaned close, breath thick with old flowers.
“I don’t want to listen anymore. Or open doors. Or carry others’ pain.”
She turned toward the idol on stage — trembling, silent.
“I want to be beautiful,” Jira said. “I want to sing. Give me her body.”
Threads coiled tight around the stage. The idol gasped. The Hollow stirred.
The cost of the miracle had arrived.
> Transfer Pact – Exchange the idol’s body for Jira’s essence. Jira is reborn. The idol becomes a drifting voice.
> Severance – Destroy Jira’s form, scattering her back to the mist. Violent. Dangerous. Permanent.
> Mirror Bind – Trap Jira in a perfect illusion: a dream where she sings forever, adored — never knowing it’s false.
> Dual Vessel – Forge a shared body. One voice, two souls. Unstable, risky, but fair — if both accept.
> Idol’s Choice – Ask the idol to decide her fate. Her answer could change everything.
> Hollow’s Judgment – Appeal to the forest itself. Let the Hollow choose what Jira becomes. All may bear the cost.
> Write in
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