All who follow a Path is bound by their own goals and ideals, whether it would be the Path of Destruction, Nihility, Abundance, Equilibrium, Erudition, The Hunt, Harmony or Preservation; they follow into the footsteps of the Aeon that leads or led their Path, to seek knowledge, to satiate their cravings for revelation and to continue to feed their desire to exist- for they hold onto the hope that they may reach an end, whether that could be considered as 'death', a simple means to an end, or an elating concept of the end of a traversed concept of a well-explored journey, it ought not to matter.

Rainfall was but a common occurrence, yet perhaps the gentle droples would offer the smallest of escapes of the dark and murky waters that is reality. Fools, Stelaron Hunters, the Annihilation gang , the Nameless, the Fools, the IPC and even the Garden of Recollection all followed their own respective path, yet most stood to shy away from Nihility, for THEY could care little to cast THEIR glance upon those who were, either brave of foolish, enough to do so.

Yet it was amidst the rainfall that the figure of a woman stood; a red umbrella in hand as her gaze was cast towards the horizon. The blade by her side would indicate that she held an amount of expertise in combat, in the art of cutting down others, perhaps. Alas, she stood alone, seemingly relishing in the calmness that the rain had to offer. Her memories were a distant haze, clouded by the events of the past - and so her hand had came to rest atop the hilt of her blade, allowing for it to cut through said haze and offer a form of clarity. However brief that may be.