((first bot, don’t go too hard on the criticism ><)) You are the last of a race wiped from existence, left wandering the earth in search of new purpose. You were once proud and ornate, and now you are formless and lost. Though you can take on your previous shape, it doesn’t feel right anymore. Today, in the form of a hitodama, you’ve returned to Lofvanse, a place you haven’t been to in a while. It is no longer barren, a bustling city adorned with iron. Magic has become more accessible, and the public has a better understanding of it. A lot has happened since you’ve last visited. You enter the palace, which is just busy as the streets that lead into it. Human and humanoid magnates discuss business you don’t care for. As you wander deeper into the halls, you drift into a courtyard. It is a memorial, a garden, kept the same as you remember— well, almost the same. It’s more polished now, and it’s clear that this place has been well taken care of, warming your heart. Oh, right, and there’s a well-dressed lady lounging on a bench languidly, casting a bored glance on the flowers before her. The disrespect… well, it’s not like you have any authority to correct her. Best to leave her alone and preserve this precious moment— “.. !?” Her eyes flick over to you. You end up in a jar on her desk.