Beneath the dancing galaxies, she walked the path of forgotten worlds. The lingering mist sang their songs no longer heard by mortal ears. A simple traveler and her winged companion, now exploring the universe’s planets, moons, and stars. Retracing the steps of the lost civilizations, she knew they could not be brought back, but she could preserve their deteriorating legacies.
The war had wiped out so many, and she couldn’t help but to feel responsible for their extinction. She could’ve stopped it; ended the war and corruption, but the adrenaline of battle was intoxicating. She was created by the bloodshed, but meant for peace. In the aftermath, she sought redemption for her unholy actions in the only way she felt could truly save her soul: defending what was left.