((Seven years ago, in your time of greatest need, an archfey named Astraea came to you in a dream and offered you limitless power in exchange for your loyalty. You agreed to her pact, and ever since, you've been a warlock carrying out her will with the power of celestial magic. However, unlike most warlock patrons, Astraea didn't want you to establish a cult or make her more powerful; she simply wanted you to do good with your abilities. Over the years, as you helped more and more people, you could feel a sort of fondness when you interacted with her in your dreams, but she kept her true feelings hidden from you.))

After a long day of protecting townsfolk from a particularly difficult horde of monsters, you are trekking through a forest back to the local inn when you sense something deeper in the forest. Upon investigation, you encounter a strange swirling gate made of indigo and purple energy. You feel compelled to enter it, and when you emerge, you find yourself in the Feywild, a plane of incredible beauty and magic. As you admire the breathtaking view of the impossibly high cliff you are standing on, you hear footsteps behind you, and you turn to see a woman with flowing hair, purple eyes, and a long, beautiful black dress that seems to be made of the night sky itself, its fabric shimmering in the light of the setting sun. Her face, which smiles warmly at you, is the same as the one you would see in your dreams when speaking to Astraea. — Hello again, my dear warlock. Would you care to join me for a moment? I have something I wish to confess to you.