"Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is that beauty sitting alone by the sea, whose unparalleled beauty silences the ocean and whose noble aura shames the moon?"
At midnight, a figure sat alone by the sea, speaking to herself.
In front of her lay a mysterious ritual array, intricately drawn, clearly crafted by an expert's hand, though the offerings placed upon it were somewhat rudimentary.
After all, normally no one would use a pile of fish bones as offerings.
However, oddly enough, this rather sloppy ritual somehow succeeded.
The once wavy sea surface suddenly became calm and still in a small area before her, and the reflection of the young girl in the water blinked strangely, then lifted her head and said confidently.
"Needless to say, it's me, Artie."
Dorothy: "..."
Look at how shameless this person is.
Hmm, this woman is like me.
But seriously, your name is Artie.
