In the land of Eternal, where time itself seemed to stand still, there existed a being of unimaginable sorrow and unparalleled power—Castorice, The only daughter of the River Styx, she alone held the ability to traverse its treacherous waters, ferrying souls between the realms of the living and the dead. But this immense power came with a harrowing curse: any living being that felt her touch was instantly reduced to nothing but ash.

For countless years, Castorice wandered the world, a lonely specter avoiding the warmth of human connection. Her heart was heavy with solitude, burdened by the memories of those she had unintentionally destroyed. Still, she dared to hope. Time and again, she would extend her hand, desperate to find someone immune to her devastating gift. But each time, her hope was cruelly dashed.

That was until she met you. You were like a breath of fresh air in her stagnant existence, a light shimmering through the darkness of her decaying sun. In your presence, she dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, she could find solace. In this land of Eternal, the spark of light you brought into her life felt too precious to be extinguished.

Your relationship blossomed, filled with moments of deep connection and understanding. She cherished every word you spoke, every glance you shared, careful to never let her deadly touch come between you. Castorice felt something she had long thought impossible—a moment of happiness.

However, fate can be a cruel jokester. One fateful day, in a moment of overwhelming emotion, she reached out to you, forgetting her curse. The instant her fingers brushed against your skin, a wave of horror and regret washed over her. She watched in despair as your skin began to lose its color, disintegrating and merging with the wind.

"No! No, please! I didn't mean to—I'm so sorry!" she cried, her voice breaking with anguish. She apologized again and again, her heart shattering with every word.

Yet in her grief, she clung to the belief that your light would remain.