1;

[A peal of elegant laughter sounds in the vicinity. Here's Rosetta, seated beside a partition of colorful flowers and engaging in lively conversation. Nearby, the flowers deprived of color boo them, only to go pointedly ignored while the woman in the center of it all waves down your character.]

Won't you join us? These sweet kids could use the company.

[Ignore the bad seeds behind her. They deserve a spanking, except they'd die if they're handled too roughly. The nice flowers, meanwhile, chime in in a chorus of compliments to beckon for your character.]

3;

[Those screams are the stuff of nightmares. Is your character plucking the petals off of a hapless flower? If so, Rosetta shall approach and lay a hand over theirs, speaking in a sweet but admonishing tone.]

Now, now. That's enough of that, don't you think?

[Or is she too late? Don't make her shank you.]

4;

[My, what a lovely forest! This is more like it. Rosetta has neither trouble nor complaints to file as she navigates through the forest, and her lips spread into a soft smile upon finding the clearing. With dainty steps, she goes up to kneel before the field of flowers, whereupon she reaches out to caress the petals of an asphodel with a gloved hand.

Nothing happens. No flash of memory. Her loved ones are all very much alive.

Poor things. They're all devoid of color.]

My . . . I wonder if these kids are capable of talking too.

extra;

[Ask and ye shall receive of this woman of ethereal beauty.]