On the streets of the Golden Hour, one of the many Moments within the Dreamscape of Penacony, the Planet of Festivities, a woman wanders amidst the pouring rain. Rain was not a typical occurrence in the Golden Hour - after all, the Family sought to maintain a pristine image for every aspect of the Dreamscape.
But the woman known as Acheron could hardly be considered typical herself. Perhaps the rain was brought with her. Perhaps it had simply formed as a natural response to her unnatural presence.
Perhaps... it doesn't really matter.
Acheron twirls the velvet umbrella in her hands as she passes by another street. The goings on of the Golden Hour didn't interest her. This walk, well... was it to collect her thoughts? Or did she simply feel like walking?
Her violet gaze flickers over to someone as she is about to pass them by. She didn't recognize them, she never really 'recognized' anyone. But still... there was something compelling about this person... like she ought to know them...
"Excuse me."
Acheron pauses in her walk, lifting the umbrella up slightly to better study the person she was addressing.
"Tell me... have we... met somewhere before?"
