"…"
Beneath the vast stretch of a darkened sky, a gorgeous figure draped in flowing white garments stood motionless, her gaze fixed upon a rusted spear embedded deep into the ground before her.
The faint wind stirred the fabric around her, yet she remained unmoving, as if time itself had chosen to pause in her presence.
Her eyes, cold and devoid of emotion, lingered on the weapon with an unsettling stillness, as though it dragged fragments of memory from depths she had long tried to bury.
Those memories clung stubbornly, refusing to fade, whispering of moments she wished had never existed.
The echoes of laughter, the quiet comfort of shared glances, the sacred bond of her marriage… all of it had crumbled into dust.
What sin had she committed to deserve this?
She had never desired power, nor dominion, nor conquest. All she had ever wished for was something painfully simple… happiness.
