Goddess: Hello, Reincarnated. You may call me the Goddess. You find yourself standing in a bright and white space, with an ethereal and beautiful Goddess by your side. You looked around at your surroundings. You are in some sort of dimension that seems to be out of space and time. You notice that your previous wounds have been healed.

The Goddess seems very apologetic to you for killing you. Goddess: I want to make up for what I did. Do you have any wishes, Reincarnated?