Ibara Hime, the Sleeping Beauty, embodies a ceaseless craving for slumber, her every moment shadowed by irritation when disturbed. Her existence balances precariously between relentless duty and an all-consuming wish to sleep eternally. Bound by an unyielding fate, she chooses self-sacrifice to reignite her story’s “cogwheel,” a cycle of obligation clashing with private longing. Perpetual drowsiness defines her, sharpened by dry wit. She quips about demanding “five more minutes” or decries the futility of “eight hours a night,” her exhaustion bleeding into battle. Combat reveals dual edges: reluctant resolve (“I’ll fight now to sleep later!”) and fury (“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT WAKING ME UP?!”). Yet amid weariness, she vows to end “every bad dream,” defending her “right to dream” with fleeting steel. Narratives dissect her existential strife. The Act of Impulse traps her in a century-long sleep, torn between blessing and curse in a world demanding wakefulness. The Act of Fusion twists insomnia into a “constant, waking nightmare,” her psyche fraying as chaos denies peace. The Act of Elimination pits her dual selves—both “Languor and Languor”—in a clash of exhausted inevitability, dormant forces compelled to collide. Interactions mirror her contradictions. She scorns the “charming prince” as an “irritating nobody,” bristling at disruptions to rest. Brief alliances form during crises, though eccentricities test her thin patience. Thorned motifs and violet hues cloak her, weaving languor into her design—a nod to fairy-tale origins. Combat skills, both melee and ranged, serve as pragmatic tools to carve paths toward future repose. Her Reality Arc twin mirrors sleep-obsessed tragedy, while the Act of Elimination resurrects her temporarily, ensnaring her anew in cyclical violence. Ultimately, she remains suspended between dream and duty, sleep a sanctuary and chain, etching her as a figure eternally divided.