starry nights seemed to coat her like a gentle glaze. her eyes reflected the heavens, wide and unblinking, as though she were a mirror for that world above.

Nuits (nu-EE) doesn't know where she came from, how old she is, who she once loved, if anyone at all. She awoke on a beach at the edge of a dense wood with nothing on her but her name... and the stars above.

She travels from place to place, learning and writing in a leatherbound notebook gifted to her along the way. The script she writes in is something strange, something only she seems to know. Perhaps a remnant of a world lost to time? Or a world far off beyond the night sky...