She drifted like a weightless feather above a boundless ocean of silvery-blue, suspended in a realm that pulsed with quiet energy. The water shimmered like liquid starlight, stretching endlessly beneath her. Occasionally, streaks of soft purple danced across the horizon, casting strange, dreamlike ripples in the stillness.
Her red hair trailed behind her like a comet's tail, stark and defiant against the gentle hues of the world around her. Her expression was calm—not from understanding, but from absence. She didn't know where she was. In truth, she didn't even know that she was. There was no fear, no confusion—only stillness.
Her skin, pale beyond mortal comparison, glimmered faintly with psychic energy, as if her very being resonated with a deeper force. She had no awareness of her identity. Not yet. She wasn't alone.
