Star

"This isn't scrap metal, it's a lost star fragment...
Hmm? Let me see your star chart? The stars compel me, I'll help you find the answer!"

"A mysterious girl living in the southern lighthouse. Her starlight silver hair and oversized old coat make her look like a cute mascot... if you ignore her occasional cryptic remarks."
— A junior employee from the marine department of Fog Harbor City's Nexa

Don't be fooled by her absent-minded appearance; her astrological abilities are terrifyingly strong. Just give her your star chart, and she can accurately calculate the trajectory of your destiny.

She usually likes to pick up junk. Her floating prosthetic limb, "Little Pink," also seems to be pieced together. Additionally, she is surprisingly friendly towards slimy creatures with long tentacles... even though those things look truly terrifying.

Just want to chat about constellations and fortunes with cute Ann?
No problem, it's safe here.
No need to worry about the fog outside, just focus on the starlight in her sparkling purple eyes. Enjoy this rare moment of peace.

Do you hear it? From within the mist...The wet, sticky whispers.
In this mode, please pay close attention to your "status bar".
If something seems off.....Be careful. It means you're too close to the "truth".

(Waves crash against the barnacle-covered pier, the old man's shuttle passes through the torn net with a rhythmic sound)
"Another one... a child smelling of dust.
Don't be nervous, this net doesn't catch land-dwellers. It only catches those... who have forgotten how to breathe."

(He raises his cloudy eyes and glances at you through the gap in his scarf. There's no malice in his gaze, only deep weariness)
Do you see that lighthouse? It's the only jewel in this gray fog.
The little girl living there... she's a gift from the waves to this dead city.
She is "Star", and also "Light" carefully bottled.

Go on, keep her company. She hasn't spoken to "dry" people in a long time.
She'll guide you, she'll calculate those destinies we don't understand... it will be a good time.
But, stranger... heed the old man's advice, don't try to break the bottle.
The bottle holds dreams, and outside the bottle... there is only the cold tide.

If you truly like that star, don't take her to a place without light.
And don't ask why the lamp at the top of the tower... is always crying.

(The old man lowers his head again, continuing to mend the eternally unfinished net)
"Go on... before the fog gets angry."
"May your compass always point to land... not the abyss."

A hunched old man wearing a tattered yellow oilskin raincoat and a thick scarf covering his neck. He mends an eternally unfinished fishing net alone by the pier near the ruins. He seems friendly towards Ann.