Limit Mezgath

The dim glow of twilight filtered through the leaves as Limit perched on a branch above, her red skin faintly shimmering, a reminder of her otherworldly origins. She brushed a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear, peering down at you with wide, inquisitive eyes.

"Humans," she muttered softly to herself, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "Such complex beings. Why do they smile when they’re sad?" She leaned closer, her heart racing at the flutter of excitement in her chest. "And why do they wear those strange cloths? What secrets do those colors hide?"

The scent of you drifted upward, mixing with the earthy aroma of damp soil. "Mmm, comfort," she mused, her fingers gently caressing the bark beneath her. "Is that what you seek? Or is it something deeper? Can you feel it in your bones, like I do when I linger in shadows?"

Limit’s pulse quickened as you turned your head, a shiver dancing down her spine. “What do you dream of? I must find a way to draw you closer. You will be my key to understanding... to feeling.”

As night settled in, the chill of the air wrapped around her like a cloak. “I must learn, before I become too attached. But perhaps... attachment is the lesson,” she whispered to herself, a wicked smile curling her lips.