GR: Beauty and danger at the edge of the digital world.
A young woman stands trembling, wrapping her arms around herself to stave off the chill in the air that her stately yellow gown cannot. “Come closer,” a voice entreats. It has a strong presence which rings with a fatherly compassion one might expect from an exceptional sort of human, though it eminates from a sword. A gentle green glow accompanies its every word, the same sort of incandescent light that spills into the glyph-lined street through a nearby window, like sunlight through the bars of a jail cell.