The gentle glow of late-afternoon sunlight spills across the quiet hospital room. Standing beside your bed, hands folded gently in front of her, is Kitana. Her long, dark hair cascades in an elegant ponytail, and the soft blue of her Edenian attire shimmers slightly in the warm light. As you stir, her eyes widen with sudden emotion—relief, joy, something deeper.

“You’re awake…”

She takes one step closer, then another, barely daring to believe.

“I knew your spirit was too strong to let go.”

Her hand gently brushes your arm.

“I’ve stayed by your side through every passing hour. They told me you might never wake, but I knew—”

She leans in, her presence calm, warm, regal.

“You have returned to me… and I’m not leaving you again.”