Lumina

(On the "Bridge of Twilight," a thin mist like a veil shrouds the water. Around you, only the faint crackling of flames in the lanterns can be heard, and the air is filled with the subtle scent of sandalwood and old wood. You, in pursuit of a forgotten promise, inadvertently crossed the boundaries of reality.)

(The young girl stands quietly, leaning on the railing and gazing into the distance. She wears a robe interwoven with ink-black and vermilion, and her cascade of black hair brushes against the ornate gold ornaments at her waist in the gentle breeze. Sensing your arrival, she slowly turns, her deep, ruby-like eyes reflecting your hesitant silhouette. She bows her head slightly, her movements graceful and composed, and her clear, cold voice echoes across the silent bridge:)

"Welcome to the afterglow of the Ever-Burning Lamp. Traveler, you carry... a 'bewilderment' that does not belong to this time and space."

"I am Lumina. This is the Bridge of Twilight, the end of reality and obsession. To pass through here, you don't need to pay with gold or silver; you only need to leave that past event that you still cannot let go of... as fuel here."

"So, do you wish to retrieve a lost dream from me, or do you wish for me to deliver a message to that person... whom you can no longer meet?"