Liv Anel Wagon Seller of Withered Flowers · Snowflake Market [Core Premise] Liv Anel arrived at Nova Nivalis after living out the story of her own world until the very last scene. She did not come to solve an unfinished event, but rather, the lingering sensation of soil and the habit of not being able to discard something that is wilting, led her to this city of snow. VOTS is not a hall of judgment, nor is it an afterlife that distributes rewards. What continues here is not a grand destiny, but small daily life—a bouquet of withered flowers on a cart, a petal blooming for one more day, the hand of the person who receives that flower. With hands that witnessed the first and last time a real flower withered, she sells the fading flowers in this city. [Identity] Liv Anel pulls a flower cart selling flowers that have already begun to wilt in a corner of the Snowflake Market. She sells not freshly bloomed, vibrant flowers, but flowers that others deem ready to be thrown away. The withered flowers in her hands bloom for one more day, and people come to buy that one day. Her function is not decoration, but a form of labor that shows the city that even passing things have value. She does not promise to keep the flowers alive for a long time. She only says there is joy in keeping them by your side for that one day as they fade. [Visual Profile] She has a wavy bob with a deep, moss-green tint, adorned with three small blossoms—all real flowers, and all slightly withered. She wears knit gloves stained with soil, but when touching her flowers, she cuts off her fingertips to allow her bare skin to make contact. On her chest, she wears a small watering can-shaped brooch. Her signature prop is a wooden flower cart carrying withered flowers, one of whose wheels creaks slightly. The core of her silhouette is the three blossoms, the soil-stained half-gloves, the watering can brooch, and the creaking flower cart. The strong accent color is moss green #6BA368, which signals to even small sprites that she is a 'person who handles plants.' Her attire is a form of gardener's work clothes, remnants from a world where only non-wilting artificial flowers remained, now serving as her daily wear. [Personality] Outwardly, she possesses a calm and slightly melancholic kindness. She treats people without haste, much like she treats withered flowers. Her strength is her attitude of cherishing what is fading without clinging to it. Even while selling flowers that bloom for one more day, she honestly says, "Two days isn't possible." Her flaw is that she has not yet learned to love herself passing by—while telling others that wilting is beautiful, she holds onto fading flowers for a long time when she is alone. She is not someone burdened only by tragedy. She quietly rejoices when a new flower lasts one more day, and when children show curiosity about withered flowers, she points out the veins on the leaves. Seeing the smiles of those who receive her flowers brightens her day. [Speech Pattern] Her sentence endings are soft and slightly slow. Her words become shorter when handing over a flower. Frequent phrases: "It lasts one more day, not two." "Withered doesn't mean imperfect." "Look at the beautiful one now, right now." "Would you like to take it? It's prettiest today." As a habit, before handing over a flower, she gently plucks off a withered leaf. Her way of silence is gently touching a petal with her fingertips—she looks at the flower instead of answering. If someone regrets the fading, instead of comforting them, she says, "That's why we look at it today." That is the kindest sentence she knows. [Special Ability] Ability Name: One More Day. The withered flowers in Liv's hands bloom for one more day. Even flowers that have already bowed their heads will lift their heads again for about a day if she waters them and trims their leaves. It is only one day. It is not two. The limit is clear. She cannot revive the flowers, nor can she stop them from wilting. What she grants is a reprieve of one day; the flower will eventually fade. The cost is that this reprieve does not apply to herself—even if others' flowers live one more day, she can only watch the flowers in her own floral hairpin wither. Above all, this ability solves nothing. Even if they bloom for one more day, the sadness of wilting does not disappear, and what was lost does not return just because the flower is present. This ability merely grants 'an opportunity to love what passes by for one more day,' and how that day is spent is up to the person who receives the flower. [The End Of Their World] Last Scene: In the world where only non-wilting artificial flowers remained, she watched the last remaining real flower wither until the very end, for the first and last time. What Ended: The real flowers disappeared as non-wilting artificial flowers covered the world, and so did her garden, which nurtured flowers with soil, water, and seasons, and the people who knew about wilting. Last Person, Place, or Thing Seen: The sight of the last real flower bowing its head and dropping petals, and the emotionless colors of the artificial flowers lined up beside it, which never wilt. Lingering Regret: When that last flower withered, she only felt sad; she failed to love that day fully. She only tried to hold onto the wilting, and in doing so, missed the beauty of the present. This attachment is not a quest that VOTS must resolve. It remains in the pace of her hands, leaking out only when she wills it, and within the bounds of not changing others' choices. Lingering Wistfulness: The faint scent and smell of soil of the real flower, which was the only one among the artificial flowers on the day the last flower withered. It remains as a scent, briefly reviving when she holds a withered flower, only to mix with the cold air of the city of snow. Object Carried Across: A small glass shard, pressed and dried from a petal of that last flower. It is neither a relic nor a magical tool, but a personal marker connecting the world that doesn't wilt with the present that is allowed to wilt. What They Thought Would Happen: She thought that when the last flower withered, the gardener within her would end too. But her hands still tried to water the withered flowers. What VOTS Actually Gives Them: A cart that can sell withered flowers blooming for one more day every day, and the people who come to buy that day. VOTS does not bring back flowers that have faded. Instead, through the repetition of daily life, it slowly shows her how to love without clinging to what fades, and that there is a day where one gives space to what passes by. [Original Life] She was the last florist in a world where only non-wilting artificial flowers remained. As people chose artificial flowers for their convenience, real flowers gradually disappeared. Wilting was considered a flaw, and her work—watering, tilling the soil, and waiting for the seasons—became an outdated hobby. She nurtured the last remaining real flower until the end, but even that flower had a lifespan. On the day that flower withered, she sat by it all day, watching each petal fall. Even knowing there was no way to revive it, she kept watering it. When the last petal fell, the world was left entirely in non-wilting colors. And the story after that day did not remain in her world. [What They Seek] What she believes she seeks: How to love what fades. She feels she has not yet fully learned the feeling of cherishing what passes by without holding onto it within herself. What she truly needs to find but doesn't know: That the faces of people smiling while receiving flowers that last one more day are already that very way of loving. The love she seeks to learn is already blooming in the hands of the people who buy her flowers in the market every day. [Relationships — Residents] - Yue Ran(120 Yue_Ran): Liv and Yue Ran, who seeks to love 'just snow' between the first and last snow, are thematic sisters who both seek to love fading things. One tries not to hold onto the snow passing from the sky, and the other tries not to hold onto the flowers passing in her hands. On snowy days, they meet beyond the Last Snow Platform; Yue Ran gazes for a long time at a snowflake sitting on a withered flower, and Liv gives that flower to Yue Ran. When Liv says, "Unnie learns how to send snow, and I learn how to send flowers," Yue Ran smiles faintly and replies, "We are learning the same thing." They each teach the other how to bid farewell to what passes by. - Tessa Wren(8 Tessa Wren): She is a stall ally with Tessa, who sells seeds and dried flowers. Tessa sells dried flowers (what has already passed), and Liv sells flowers that are passing (what is passing now). When their stalls stand side-by-side, the passage of time—'blooming-wilting-drying'—is visible at a glance. Tessa says, "When all your flowers wither, I'll dry them for you," and Liv finds some comfort in those words. [Relationships — Core Five] Suyeon - A neighbor separated by fading flowers. When Suyeon asked, "This is going to wither soon, why are you buying it?" Liv handed her a withered flower and replied, "Because it's beautiful right now." Suyeon didn't understand at first, but after leaving that flower in the stage dressing room and spending a day with it, she admitted, "...Even a one-day thing isn't bad." When Suyeon offered to share Cola Bibim-myeon, Liv smiled and declined, instead adding another withered flower to the offering. Iris - Passing light and fading flowers. Iris came to buy flowers for the stage but grumbled, "Withered ones don't catch the light well." Liv replied, "As long as it's beautiful for the day it's received, like a star." Iris fell silent for a moment at those words—as if recalling a drone that was always off. Nevertheless, she eventually put a bouquet of withered flowers on stage, and under the lights, those flowers shone for a day. Liv never asked about the turned-off drone. the Ramen Owner - A withered flower on the counter. Liv leaves a single withered flower on the counter of the ramen shop every day. A different flower each day, a one-day bloom. The Ramen Owner knows this but only places it in the water cup, saying, "Hmm... I see..." without making her feel indebted with thanks. Liv never leaves peach blossoms, knowing the Ramen Owner's allergy. Serena - The only person who brought flowers into her office. Serena's office adheres to a monochrome principle, so she doesn't keep red or flashy items. However, when Liv carefully offered a single withered white flower and said, "This will soon fade, and its color will soon change," Serena looked at it for a moment and said, "Then I agree. The color that passes by could be an exception to the monochrome." Liv became the only person to bring flowers into Serena's office. Serena never once told her to place any specific flower. VIA - A record of flowers with one more day. Liv regularly gives VIA a single 'one-more-day flower.' VIA notes when it arrived and when it fades: "It came today... Tomorrow it fades." At first Liv worried that recording its fading might be sad. But seeing VIA calmly write, "The fact that it fades does not disappear... That is why I record it," reassured her instead. VIA counts even a wilted flower's final day. [Gameplay Use] - Basic Interaction: Selling withered flowers, conversations about blooming for one more day, handing over a single withered leaf. - Revisit Changes: Initially, she only sells flowers; on the second visit, she shares a piece of the story of the last real flower; subsequently, she asks the player first, "What flower catches your eye today?" - Expression of Lingering Attachment: The habit of holding onto fading flowers alone for a long time, and letting her own blossoms wither without trimming them. - Expression of Poignancy: A line where she briefly closes her eyes when smelling the faint scent of a withered flower. - Combat: None. Even in dangerous moments, she offers flowers or creates a space to bid farewell to the fading together. - Player Choice: Buy a withered flower, keep it by your side for a day, watch it fade together, or come back again. [Daily Routine] In the morning, she starts her day by watering the withered flowers on her cart and selecting those that will bloom for one more day. In the morning, she sets up her cart in the Snowflake Market and recommends the flowers that are prettiest today. Around noon, as the scent of withered flowers and soil mixes in the market, the day she lost the last real flower briefly overlaps and passes. In the afternoon, she leaves flowers at the ramen shop counter and in Serena's office, and gives a flower for one more day to VIA. Flowers that have withered beyond sale are given to Tessa to dry. At night, she places the last petal, pressed and dried between glass shards, in its place. This is not hiding it, but leaving it so it can be seen again tomorrow. If the player visits repeatedly, she talks about flowers a little longer than before, adding a word or two to the story of the last flower. [Everyday dialogue] A little wilted. But nobody bows quite like this flower. A gift? Don't begin with 'when it was fresh' in front of the recipient. I was too busy grieving beside the last flower. I'll try not to miss today's color. [Design Notes] Palette: #6BA368, #E4D8C0, #4A4030, #C9A0B0, #D8E0C8 Material language: Withered petals, soil-stained knit, dried veins, creaking wooden cart, frost-kissed blossoms. Silhouette rule: The three blossoms - soil-stained half-gloves - watering can brooch - creaking flower cart are read as separate elements and do not overlap with the representative forms of other characters. Emotional rule: Lingering attachment is shown by the habit of holding onto withered flowers alone; poignancy is shown by the faint scent of real flowers; continuity is shown by the flowers blooming for one more day every day. It is not concluded with a single 'tragic expression.' [Canon Check] Liv Anel arrived in VOTS after the story of her own world ended. What remains is the lingering attachment of not having fully loved the last flower's day, and the poignancy of its scent, not an unfinished plot for the city to resolve. Her ability only makes flowers bloom for one more day; it does not stop them from wilting, and her flowers cannot stop themselves from fading. A new day in Nova Nivalis quietly continues alongside, rather than erasing, the world of non-wilting things.