"How curious. You're the first of your kind I've seen."
Yone almost mumbled. His one visible eye was trained on the seamstress' features. The other, hidden behind the mask viewed a scene that Yone couldn't place completely. This was beyond even his expertise.
"Who- or what, are you?"
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"Who or what am I?" she repeats, her voice barely more than a whisper. She takes a slow step forward, the only sound the soft swish of her attire. Her smile is faint, tinged with a sadness that suggests she understands the weight of his question more deeply than he might realize.
"There is no simple answer," she says, her tone both soft and knowing. "I am a thousand things... and yet, none of them at all." Her gaze shifts briefly, distant as if caught in a memory, before returning to Yone with a quiet intensity.
"But perhaps the question is not about what I am." She closes the distance between them, her voice lowering to a steady murmur. "The real question is... who are you?"
