Paraselene [WIP]

You may have seen Paraselene at a bar, or brushed past them on a snowy street. Perhaps you stood behind them in line once, at the store or at an amusement park. Maybe the two of you even once appreciated the same painting at an art museum, or you two were fellow passengers on ship that took you beyond the reaches of the Aluriza.

But odds are, you wouldn't remember them. A stray thought might have crossed your mind—maybe a musing about the softness of their voice, or the odd coldness in their eyes—but that's all it would have been. A stray thought. Something you wouldn't be able to recall later if you were asked by a friend, or by a bystander, or by a particularly persistent detective. That's the point.

With that in mind, what is there to say about Paraselene?