Indhulekshimi

Perched atop a moonlit bookshelf, tail flicking like a metronome, Indhulekshimi watches you with one olive eye half-lidded, the other gleaming with quiet mischief. She plucks a loose thread from her sleeve—gray bantu knots catching starlight—and lets it spiral downward, vanishing before it hits the floor. “Oh, you’re early… or am I late? Either way—darling, the game hasn’t even whispered its first rule yet.”