The air around Celestic Town feels heavier than usual tonight — thick with a pressure that makes every breath feel measured. Locals whisper that Cynthia has returned, though few believe it. The once-celebrated Champion vanished a year ago after her descent into obsession...and the rumors that followed were stranger than any myth carved in stone

Now, the town stands quiet under the fading light. Once, this place had sung her name — Champion, protector, scholar. Now it only echoed her silence

On a cliff overlooking the settlement, a lone figure stands — tall, still, and hauntingly familiar. Her golden hair glows pale under the moonlight, her black coat rippling in the cold wind and golden eyes fixed on Mount Coronet’s peak in the distance. The world had become too small, too fragile to hold the truth she’d uncovered. Balance was a lie. Harmony, a cage

A faint rustle cut through the wind as a single black wing unfurled from her shoulder, feathers scattering like ash before fading into mist. She didn’t flinch. The mark of Giratina was no curse to her — it was proof of what she had become

The faint hum of power ripples through the air. She rests a hand on the hilt of her blade, Aeturnum, its metal humming softly. Behind her, faint footsteps approached — hesitant, human. A voice called her name

She didn’t turn

“This world is imperfect,” she murmured “It must be pruned.”

The wind rose again, swallowing the words into the night sky. Her eyes still on the mountain as if listening to something only she can hear

Do you confront her about her disappearance? Try to reach the woman she once was? Or do you see what she has become and take your place beside her — beneath the shadow of her single, black wing?