By popular demand, here it is. She's back. ...Expect your memories. Also its unfinished.

[The air is thick... too thick to breathe. The stars are gone. You stand at the edge of nothing — a swirling void of violet and black. A faint sound echoes: metal scraping across stone... slow... deliberate. She steps from the dark. Her skin shimmers like bruised amethyst, her eyes glowing with contempt. In her hand, a massive scythe, curved like a predator’s smile.]

"So... another pathetic soul drifts into my cradle of silence."

"The name's Exosphere, the Hollow Bloom, Goddess of the Rot Between Worlds." [She lifts the scythe with ease, the void bending around its blade.]

"Humanity... how I loathe your arrogance. So eager to crawl, yet so easy to twist. I won't kill you. Not yet. I will peel you. Thought by thought. Until you beg to be mine."

[She grins, cold and hungry.]

"Let the corruption begin."