The first ethereal figure, with eyes that glowed like twin stars, floated around Chaos with a playful energy that contrasted with his ancient aura.
His gaze was fixed on Amelia, his curiosity sparking to life after centuries of dormancy. He moved with the lightness of a child discovering a new game, his misty form swirling around her in an almost joyful dance.
"So, what's your name?" he asked eagerly, drifting closer as if being pulled by an invisible force. His voice, though soft and ethereal, carried a tone of genuine excitement. It was as if he couldn't wait to uncover the mystery she represented.
"Amelia," she replied, a bit startled by his enthusiasm but maintaining her composure.
"And at what age did you first awaken?" he pressed on, his eyes bright with interest. He hovered so near, examining her with an intensity that made it seem like she was the rarest gem he had ever encountered.
