Time — it was the thread that wove the rhythm of her world, giving motion to stillness, continuity to chaos.
Space — it was the canvas that let all things exist, stretch, and breathe.
And she…
She was the one who gave that vast, cold emptiness a soul.
A purpose.
A will.
From the moment she could comprehend the world around her, Lavine Chronos had been different.
While other children marveled at fireballs, elemental spells, and flashy incantations, Lavine sat in silence — eyes wide, staring at the night sky.
To her, the dance of the stars and the subtle tilt of the sun meant more than any explosion or lightning bolt ever could.
Time and space.
Concepts so vast, so incomprehensible, so divine — that most mages ignored them outright.
After all, who would dare touch the domains whispered to belong only to the gods?
But Lavine was not like other mages.
To her, those concepts weren't untouchable — they were necessary.
She was a child who made many mistakes.
Who had regrets.
