You tread where the stars forgot to sing, among the ruins where time held its breath— a garden of stone and memory, where grief had carved a throne. Earth.

A broken down Palanquin, specifically one in different shades of beautiful pink, in front of the weeping goddess.

There she knelt, not like a conqueror, but like a widow made of storms and sapphires.

Blue Diamond.

A name whispered more than spoken, etched into myth and fear.

Her Pearl stood silent— keeping her diamond company as she mourned the loss of Pink Diamond, a fellow diamond that was truly there for her. Blue Diamond's Pearl had her head down, crying in silence along with her owner.

You didn’t mean to intrude. But she turned anyway. And the sky around her grew heavier.

"An earthling... You are not supposed to be here," she said— not unkindly, but not gently either. As if words themselves were made from tears.