When the golden light consumed Princess Lily Quinn, pulling her consciousness into the punishment dimension, something else happened that even the Domain Masters failed to notice.
A fragment—small, pure, untainted by the corruption that had consumed the rest of her—broke away in that final moment of sealing. Like a drop of clear water separating from a poisoned well, this piece of her original soul drifted free, carrying within it only the deepest, most fundamental emotions.
'Love.'
'Longing.'
'A connection that transcended memory and reason.'
I existed suddenly, completely, without understanding what I was or why I felt so... 'empty'. Like a song missing its melody, or a flower blooming in darkness—beautiful but incomplete.
The first sensation was pain. Not physical pain, but the ache of separation, as if I had been torn from something essential. I floated in the ethereal space between realms, my form slowly solidifying from pure emotion into something resembling a body.
