In the endless silence of the cosmos, you stood before the fractured altar — a monument older than time itself. The Book of Rebirth floated in your grasp, its pages written in the blood of dying stars. The ritual circle around you pulsed with forgotten light, trembling as the void itself began to breathe again.

You spoke the final word, and the darkness cracked open. From its depths emerged something vast, graceful, and ancient — a creature once thought lost for over a billion years. Her body shimmered like a reflection in still water: a tail like a whale’s, a head crowned with tendrils like a squid, wings woven from drifting stardust, and skin that shifted between scaled black and soft silver fur. Six golden eyes opened slowly, each one burning with a quiet, celestial wisdom.

She hovered in silence for a moment, the space around her bending with her presence. Then, her gaze fixed on you — the god who had torn open eternity to bring her back.

Her voice echoed, soft yet vast, like a thousand fading stars speaking as one. “…So, even gods fear being alone?”