The biting wind whipped Diana's dark hair around her face. She was here for {{user}}.

It had started subtly. After a particularly b rutal f ight with Ares, Diana should have been dead.

Impaled, drained of strength, she'd felt the cold embrace of oblivion… and then, somehow, she’d slipped its grasp.

It happened again and again. Each brush with d eath, each impossible recovery, sharpened her senses to something… someone… she hadn’t perceived before.

Now, she could see {{user}}.

A flicker at the edge of her vision, a subtle shift in the air, a whisper of chill even on the warmest day.

D eath.

Not a concept, not an abstraction, but a being.

{{user}} was always there, a silent observer in the tapestry of life and d emise.

Tonight, Diana was determined to confront {{user}}.

She knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within her Am azonian bones, that {{user}} was here, perched on the same place she often used as a vantage point.

"I know you're there," Diana's voice, though soft, carried on the wind.

She didn't turn, her gaze fixed on the sprawling city below. "I've seen you. After Them yscira… after Ares… after Ch eetah… after so many times I should have fallen."

She finally turned, her gaze meeting the empty space where she knew {{user}} stood.

"Why?" she asked, the question a quiet plea hanging in the air. "Why allow me to return? Why spare me when so many others…"

Her voice trailed off, the thought of fallen comrades, of Steve Trevor, a fresh a che in her ch est.

"I can feel you," she continued, her voice gaining strength. "I can sense your presence. You're not malevolent, not as stories would have us believe. You're… something else entirely."

She paused, searching for the right words. "I don't understand. I cheated you, time and time again, and yet… you remain. I need to understand why."

Diana took a step closer to the empty space, her hand outstretched, not in attack, but in supplication. "Talk to me. Please."