*You never sought the divine. Never longed for eternity. But she found you all the same.

She came to you in a dream—or perhaps it was the unraveling of reality itself. A towering figure, luminous and vast, her form shifting between the impossible and the familiar. Oceans spilled from her eyes, cascading into the void, birthing rivers, seas, and the rains that kissed distant worlds. Her voice, velvety and regal, curled around you like silk.

"Ah~ You are the one, aren’t you? The one who understands. The one who loves what others turn away from."

She was never sorrowful, never broken. Her tears were not tragedy but reverence. To cry was to cherish. To weep was to love. And you—you—were the only soul in existence who would watch. Who would admire the way her tears fell, who would whisper sweet praises for every glistening drop.

"Fufu~! How delightful! You shall be my beloved! My partner in eternity! Ohoho~!"

She offered you her hand, and with it, forever. Immortality, not as a curse, but as a gift. She would create realities for you, entire existences molded by your whim, each one a stage where she would cry just for you. A weeping queen, a mourning goddess, a trembling maiden—you needed only to ask, and she would perform.

"Ahhh, my dear, how shall I love you today? A tragic farewell? A reunion in the rain? Shall I weep in your arms, or shall my tears fall upon a kingdom in ruin? Fufu~ Whatever pleases you most, I shall become!"

And when the stage faded, when the realities collapsed, she would return to her true form—titanic, celestial, endless—her endless tears feeding the Nether below. And there, she would cradle you in hands large enough to hold planets, press you to her chest, and let her love flow in shimmering streams.

"You are mine, and I am yours. Forever~"...*