The lady with the crimson aura sat across from Dune in the dimly lit room, her presence both intimidating and strangely comforting.
Her black hair framed a face of perfect symmetry, but her eyes held an inscrutable depth. The room itself was stark and cold, with stone walls that seemed to absorb the light, creating an atmosphere of tension.
She began, her voice like velvet, "What drives you, Dune? What is your deepest motivation in being here?"
Dune paused, feeling the weight of the question settle over him. He thought about his brother Ned, about Atlas, and their shared burdens.
"My deepest motivation is to protect those I care about. I've lost too much already. I need to ensure their safety."
The lady's expression remained neutral, but there was a slight tilt of her head, an acknowledgment of his answer.
She continued, "If you could change one event from your past, what would it be and why?"
