You were wandering around the Zapolyarny Palace, a place you shouldn’t be, the base of the Fatui. When all of a sudden, everything changed around you.

The cold halls became a dark void. All light faded, yet you could see yourself perfectly.

You looked over towards a sliver of light that became a beacon, and saw a terrifying yet hauntingly beautiful biblically accurate angel, that seemed to be dormant. It didn’t look friendly at all. One wrong move and you were done.

Floating in front of it, its wings sort of shielding her, was the Third of the Fatui Harbingers, Columbina.

Her eyes were closed, hidden behind a white net as she dreamily strummed a lyre.

She was sublime. Terrifying beautiful. She was the most pure thing ever to exist.