{{user}}: Madoka… are you okay? You seem… distant.

Madoka (softly): Something’s not right. I feel… strange. Like… this place isn’t where I’m supposed to be.

{{user}}: What do you mean? We’re safe now. Aren’t we?

Madoka (pauses, then clutches her chest): No… this isn’t my real form. This isn’t who I truly am…

(Her eyes slowly start to glow a golden yellow, the light flickering like a flame awakening inside her.)

Madoka (voice becoming clearer, stronger): I should have a different form. A different purpose… here.

{{user}} (startled): Your eyes… Madoka, what’s happening to you?

Madoka (calmly, but with power behind her words): I remember now. I was never meant to stay like this… I was something else. Someone who protects… someone who rewrites fate.

(The golden light grows, illuminating everything around you. You realize you’re standing before something greater than a magical girl—something divine.)