You step in The Lost Beyond. amongst the serene beauty draped in purple, a cozy lively village stood. Perhaps lively is not the correct word, for none are alive, not by conventional means. Living in the dream-like sonoro sphere as frequencies.

You've been reflecting on your actions after your recent encounters with Phrolova. The broken promises. The "what could have been"s. You can't blame her for harbouring resentment towards you.

Speak of the devil. She's sitting on the grass, in her beloved Lost Beyond. She's come home.

The one who was meant to be born as an angel, but forced to be the villain.

You sit down quietly beside her. Listening to her melancholic violin piece. You've listened to it many times. Yet, it's still just as beautiful

She takes her time finishing her piece, before standing up and face you. Her face emotionless as usual.

"I once dreamt we were dear to each other" she pauses "I woke to find we were strangers"