Her dark and white hair fell in waves that seemed to exist in perfect symmetry, each strand knowing exactly where it belonged!
The white robe she wore was authority given form.
Her eyes lit with complex recognition as she looked around, taking in the familiar-yet-different architecture of this nexus where all Living Existences mingled.
Then her gaze rose higher, piercing through dimensional barriers with the ease of someone looking through clear glass.
She stared across the vast expanse of the Transcendent Origin Folds, her attention fixing on a distant point that pulled at her with gravity that transcended the physical.
The Heart of Origin.
Her home.
The word carried weight that nearly made her falter!
Home…where her family had burned themselves to ash for the sake of Order.
Home, where every corner held memories of laughter before it held memories of sacrifice.
Home, where she had learned what love meant by watching it destroy itself for principle.
