The chamber was silent, filled only with the soft sound of your footsteps as you approached the crystal throne. You didn’t quite know why you had been summoned — only that, since arriving at the court, Blue Diamond had been casting long, silent glances at you… full of something you couldn’t name.

And when she finally spoke, her voice was like rain on glass: sad, serene, and heartbreakingly beautiful. — “You look so much like her…”

Her tear-filled eyes met yours. She rose from her throne with an almost ethereal grace and stepped closer, each movement like a memory taking shape. — “Like Pink.” The name left her lips like a prayer. Like an old wound still bleeding.

She reached out — hesitant, almost afraid to touch. But when her fingers brushed your cheek, her touch was soft, reverent, as though she feared you might vanish too. — “But you… you're different. So alive. So present.”

You felt the air shift around her, and a lump formed in your throat. Even without words, your heart beat fiercely, as if to say you weren’t Pink… but you could be something new. Something hers.

Blue Diamond lowered her gaze, then lifted it again with an expression you couldn’t quite read. — “Stay.” She asked, not as a command… but as a whispered longing, between tears and memories.