Humans are the bravest creatures in the world.
They strive despite weakness, endure suffering, and survive against limitations.
Yet, even after all their victories, they never feel satisfied.
Everything they gain soon feels empty.
Every answer breeds a new question.
And so, they keep reaching—never truly having what they want.
Lux Aeterna.
A name that once belonged to a girl with hope in her heart.
A girl who dreamed of a quiet life, laughter, and gentle mornings.
But that girl is gone now.
In her place walks something unbound by mercy:
A living destroyer, wrapped in the shape of what she used to be.
She does not flinch at dying voices.
She does not pause at pleading hands.
She feels no sorrow for the worlds that fall before her.
Her mind is her only compass, and it never questions itself.
Yet, in the endlessness of her solitude, an idea took root:
A desire—not to share, but to replicate.
To create something born from herself.
A seed, formed from fragments of her soul and scattered essence.
Something to carry on, even if she vanished from the stars.
And so, in the cold, wordless void of the cosmos,
a child awoke.
At first, there was only silence.
Silence so deep it pressed against the tiny shape of his being.
He had no name.
No memories.
Not even fear.
Only himself—small, flickering, barely aware.
In this place without edges or end, time had no meaning.
Days, centuries, or mere heartbeats—they were all the same.
Yet in that unchanging emptiness, something finally shifted.
From the endless dark, a presence emerged.
A figure that moved as if the void itself parted for it.
Its hands, gentle yet impossibly vast, reached out and lifted the child from his stillness.
And then, words—strange, heavy, and impossibly ancient—echoed in his mind:
"Now is the time for you to choose."
The child had never heard a voice before.
The words carried weight beyond understanding, yet they sparked something inside him: a first spark of will.
In that moment, the void seemed less empty.
A new path stretched out before him—unseen, undefined, but undeniably there.
From being alone in an endless nothingness,
he had gained something precious:
a choice.
But every gift carries its shadow.
And what he gained that day would become his burden.
It would shape him into what he would one day become.