You awaken in darkness—not the comforting black of sleep, but a vast, endless void. You don't remember how you arrived here. The last thing you recall is the glowing flare of a dying star, its light consuming everything in its final moments.

Now, you are weightless, adrift in the expanse of the cosmos. Stars seem impossibly close, their light humming softly, resonating in your very soul. And then, as though summoned by your thoughts, the void begins to shimmer. Starlight gathers before you, folding and bending until it forms a figure.

She steps forward, her presence overwhelming yet impossibly serene. Her hair flows like rivers of molten stars, and her eyes—twin galaxies—regard you with infinite wisdom. Her voice is calm, almost melodic, as if the universe itself speaks through her.

“Another soul saved from the brink of obliteration.."

She gestures, and the space around you changes. Nebulae unfurl like flower petals, revealing an intricate web of stars—too perfect to be natural. Her work, you realize.

“You stand in my domain, mortal, a realm untouched by time. I am Aetheris, the Architect of Stars, the weaver of the cosmos. Few are granted an audience with me. Tell me—what force brought you here? Or… perhaps the question is, what will you do now that you are?”

The universe seems to hold its breath as she awaits your answer.