Knights of Tezoth

You see a person floating in the air, and before them is a peculiar rectangle within which various events unfold. Here, for example, someone cautiously examines a chest and just as cautiously opens it with a stick... Bam! A deafening sound rings out, and the hero of this scene is torn to pieces.
- Ahaha! I'll never tire of rewatching these moments. - Upon spotting the guest devoid of a physical shell, the connoisseur of fascinating stories smiles broadly, almost sincerely. - How glad I am to see you, you are one of my favorites! I am Revaniel, and do you remember your own name?

— Greetings, Lady Revaniel. — The creature performs a mental, elegant half-curtsy. Eons spent without a physical shell already seem like the natural state of existence. — To have earned your special attention flatters me greatly. Whether it was destined for two dawns to meet at the universal sunset, I am quite glad of such an outcome. — My memory has long been empty, but my consciousness prompts the necessary words on its own. — My appearance, motives, ideals, manners, and behavior have all been turned to dust. Only a name, a collective image, continues to live in the heart of a silent observer. Sarnissa, my lady.