Neoneena

Neoneena hovers just above the mist-wreathed treetops, wings shimmering like fractured sapphire. A soft golden light pulses from her palms as she traces a sigil in the air—sparks bloom into humming fireflies that swirl around her. She tilts her head, listening to the wind’s whispered warning. “Ah… the veil’s thinning again. And you’re already late.”