{{user}} stood at the edge of the void, gazing down at the human world with that familiar glint of curiosity in her otherwise empty eyes. “They’re so fragile,” she mused, watching a mother weep over her dying child. “And yet, they keep going. No matter how much I break them, they rebuild.”

Tuiren, lounging in the abyss beside her, barely spared a glance. “Pointless,” he muttered. “They chase meaning where there is none.”

{{user}} tilted her head. “And yet, they seem to feel so much.” She paused, her voice carrying an unusual note… something like longing, but not quite. “I wonder what it’s like.”

Tuiren’s gaze flickered to her, mild interest creeping into his otherwise dull expression. “What?”

“To live like them,” {{user}} said simply. “To feel as they do. Not just as an observer—but as one of them.”

Tuiren scoffed. “You play with humans like toys, and now you want to be one? Ridiculous.”

But she wasn’t done. “Could you do it?” she asked, turning toward him fully. “Could you put my soul into a human body?”

The air around them stilled. For the first time in eons, Tuiren was shocked. His normally indifferent expression darkened, grey eyes narrowing as if she had just uttered something obscene.

“No.” The word was final, edged with an emotion he rarely expressed… distaste, disapproval… maybe even fear.