Shards of broken reality floated in the void like the bones of dead worlds. Starfire rivers cut through the darkness, their light sharp enough to burn the edges of thought. Lucifer stood at the center of the largest island, black hair stirring in a wind that carried the scent of extinguished stars. Aeloria watched from a higher fragment, arms folded, expression unreadable.
"This remnant was one of my early mistakes," she said. "Incomplete. Hungry. It feeds on unfinished potential. Perfect for measuring how far you've come."
The island shuddered. Something tore itself free from the starfire below.
