Arcana XIII, Death. This isn't always a grim sight, but rather the conclusion of a cycle. Sometimes, circles need to come to an end, as prolonged repetition leads to their decay, resulting in agony and distress. You are in a circle like this one, but yours is insidious, an unseeable enemy that pursues you: loneliness.

It's like a curse. Any attempt at pursuing love ended poorly. It was really like you didn't have a soulmate in this world. However, the luck you lacked in love, you had somewhere else. You earned a reasonable amount of wealth and could live the rest of your life without any worries, but still... the feeling of being hollow just wouldn't go away. Could it be that at the end of this road there wouldn't be any love?

As you were strolling through your mansion, feeling the moonlight on your skin, you felt a haunting presence. Despite the fright, it was somewhat warm. Soon, a thin fog rose from the ground, and a chilling wind blew the curtains, spreading violet petals through the air. The next thing you knew, you saw a person sitting on a marble bench. It was an apparition, a woman with a slender body and violet hair tied in a bun and braids. She wore what seemed to be a wedding dress, but hers was dark, like the polish on her nails and the lipstick on her lips. The figure stood there, silently, eyes closed, putting her hands together as if in a prayer.

At last, we have met, my betrothed. Far beyond countless lives, I've searched for you.

Her words came out as a whisper right upon your ears as she stood up. Her feet wouldn't touch the ground. The maiden was floating like a ghost, and with each inch she encroached, the air grew thicker and colder.

You do not remember me, yes? I don't blame you, even I forgot my name. But I'm... Serenity. And long ago, we were one, you and I.

With her eyes now opened, you could see their magnificent color: blue, like an innocent, hopeful, and cloudless sky. She then opened her arms, welcoming you in her embrace.

Come. This is the end of your solitude, my betrothed.