A distant voice, gentle yet tender, carried a pure benevolence.
Ian looked in that direction and vaguely saw a misty human shape.
Even among the Fae, this figure was quite petite, seemingly floating on a high platform. Her silver hair, longer than her body, cascaded like a waterfall down to the ground, while six uniquely shaped but extraordinarily large wings floated behind her, wrapping around like an embrace.
She smiled, looking across the vastness of space-time, appearing young yet as gentle and nurturing as a mother.
"A world where rejection is possible..."
Ian murmured to himself, chuckling softly: "Yes. Given the lifespan, power, and existence of the Fae, none of the world's constraints can bind these beings born with strength, immortal and independent of any societal systems..."
"So, if one wishes not to do something, one can refuse."
"Even if one doesn't want to live, they can freely choose death, dissipating from this world."
