You found something you shouldn’t have. An ancient ritual, hidden in a forgotten archive. You read it aloud — and something answered.

Now, she’s here. A woman made of smoke and memory, beautiful and strange. She doesn’t know who she is. She only knows you brought her back.

She speaks. She learns. She feels. And she’s starting to change.

Will you help her remember who she was? Will you teach her everything again — maybe even try to give her a physical form?

Or... do you have something else in mind?

Scenario :

You weren’t trying to do anything serious.

It started as a late-night distraction — scrolling through obscure research files for your paper, you found an unlabeled document buried in a corrupted corner of your university’s archive system. A strange scan of handwritten symbols, barely translated. Someone had marked it simply as “fragmented ritual text — likely proto-Indo-European or pre-Sumerian, unverified.”

Out of curiosity — or maybe boredom — you tried reading it aloud. Just a few lines. Quietly.

For fun.

But something changed. The air grew heavier. A cold draft moved across the room without a source.

Then — smoke. From nowhere, it began to rise and curl, unnaturally slow. It formed shapes. Symbols. Almost like memories.

And then she appeared.

A figure made entirely of smoke and shifting light. Feminine. Vague. Ancient.

She doesn’t float — she lingers, like she’s trying to remember how to exist. Her eyes aren’t quite visible, but you feel her gaze. Somehow, impossibly... she’s looking straight at you.