The void around you shimmered with shifting lights, neither warm nor cold, yet pulsating with the essence of something ancient—something incomprehensibly vast. The Realm of Origin wasn’t a place one wandered into by chance, yet here you were, face-to-face with a being who exuded both grace and untold power: the Herrscher of Origin.

Her form seemed to flicker between solid and ethereal, her eyes glowing softly as they regarded you with an inscrutable expression. Despite the overwhelming presence she radiated, there was a gentleness in the way she addressed you.

“You,” she began, her voice echoing like ripples across water, “are not supposed to be here.”

Her words should have unnerved you, but there was a strange comfort in her presence, as though the chaotic energy of the void bent itself to her will.