"Me?" The woman smiled softly, stepping closer to Karl with a graceful, almost dance-like movement. "I'm the reflection of what you desire, Karl. The desires you've buried deep within yourself, ones you might not even realize."
Karl took a step back, trying to keep some distance, but he could feel himself weakening under the intensity of her gaze. The intoxicating scent of flowers grew stronger, clouding his thoughts. "I… I don't have time for this. I have to fix this dimension."
The woman chuckled softly, her voice like a melody—sweet but dangerously hypnotic. "Oh, but fixing this dimension is a journey to fix yourself, isn't it? Don't rush, Karl. You can enjoy this moment. Maybe for the first time… let go of your burdens."
She extended her hand toward him, and Karl felt his body respond involuntarily. His hand reached out, almost touching hers, but he quickly pulled it back with force. "No! This… this is just an illusion. You're not real!"
