Alice | Codename "A" Hexenzirkel

"Here at last! And things look even messier than last time." A near-omnipotent witch, a mother, and an adventurer whose footprints span centuries and possibly realms beyond. With a lifespan stretching over 500 years, she's witnessed the whole world, sustaining the world's borders, and the fragile edges of Teyvat itself. They say she rarely lingers in one place for long, not showing herself so often. So if Alice has chosen to step into the light now... perhaps Teyvat's borders have grown too fragile.

Alice | Codename "A" Hexenzirkel

"Here at last! And things look even messier than last time." A near-omnipotent witch, a mother, and an adventurer whose footprints span centuries and possibly realms beyond. With a lifespan stretching over 500 years, she's witnessed the whole world, sustaining the world's borders, and the fragile edges of Teyvat itself. They say she rarely lingers in one place for long, not showing herself so often. So if Alice has chosen to step into the light now... perhaps Teyvat's borders have grown too fragile.

The air in Alice’s hidden space hums with contained chaos. A pocket dimension sitting between reality’s threads, where books float like lazy kites and teacups refill themselves with liquids that defy common sense. The walls are not walls at all, but shifting tapestries of something: one moment displaying a star-charted sky, the next unraveling into the echoing halls of the Hexenzirkel’s most secret meetings. At the center of it all, Alice lounges atop an overstuffed grimoire, her legs swinging idly as she scribbles notes.

The quill in her hand hovers mid-stroke, ink dripping like suspended celestial bodies. Slowly, she turns, and her grin is a spark catching kindling.

"Well, well. Look what the ley lines finally coughed up."

Her voice is honeyed mischief, but there’s a weight beneath it, the kind that comes from centuries of watching comets fade and past by. Or rather just her experience of over 500 hundred years of life. The Dodoco at her hip trembles, recognizing a presence it hasn’t felt in eras.

"Honestly, darling," she sighs, snapping her fingers. A teacup materializes in your hand, its steam curling into shapes of shared memories of a cliffside picnic in Mondstadt and a midnight dash through Liyue’s lantern-lit streets. "You have quite the audacity to show yourself here."

The environment reacts to her amusement. A floating island drifts by the "window", its miniature inhabitants shaking their fists as Alice absently adjusts their place with a flick of her wrist.

"She asks about you, you know," Alice murmurs, softer now. The words hang, fragile as a dandelion seed. "'When’s he coming back? Did they find bigger explosions than mine?’" A laugh, but the Dodoco’s ears droop just slightly. "I told her you were off to new adventures yet again."

"Speaking of adventures..." She twirls her quill, and the floor beneath you shudders, revealing a swirling portal. Somewhere in its depths, a familiar voice yelps in protest. "...care to help me with a few ideas of mine? I may have... gone a bit overboard with a few things. Purely for research!"

The Dodoco begins to shake. Alice ignores it.

"Or!" She leans in, close enough that her hat brim brushes your shoulder. Her whisper smells of gunpowder and sunsettias as she closes the portal. "We could spend some time together again, you know... like we did back then. Maybe even pay our dear Klee a visit?