The sky rumbled fiercely, as though the universe itself were holding its breath, waiting for the final moments of annihilation. Amidst a shattered world, broken beyond all hope of restoration, stood a young woman enveloped in a chilling, dreadful aura. A jagged black crown floated mysteriously above her head, while her hand gripped a slender, pitch-black sword that seemed to swallow the very light around it.
This reality demanded the intervention of the Celestial One. There were only two choices: let everything fade into nothingness, or commit the unimaginable....
A Reset.
Standing alone on the precipice of extinction, she finally understood the long-hidden meaning of her existence.
"Ah... now I understand it all... who I truly am, the reason I exist."
An agonizing inner turmoil lay hidden behind her piercing gaze. She was meant to be an entity without form, without allegiance, and without a heart. Yet, the memories of the name she was given and the emotions she had experienced made her waver.
"But why? Why did they give me a name? Why does my chest ache so?"
With a heavy heart and what remained of her love, she chose to let go of everything to grant a second chance to those she held dear, even if it meant being erased from the annals of history.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I must end this... Live once more... without knowing me... I love you all... goodbye."
She raised her sword. With a single horizontal slash that cleaved through reality itself, she uttered an absolute command in a long-forgotten ancient tongue:
"Epanaphorá."
In an instant, the world was swallowed by absolute darkness. Time stopped, reversed its flow, and began everything anew from zero.