The world around you was a canvas of shimmering light and shadows, suspended in a state that defied reality. You weren’t sure how you had ended up here, but this place—this realm—was alive with power and history. It thrummed beneath your feet and whispered in your ears, a symphony of creation and destruction.

Before you stood the Herrscher of Origin, her presence overwhelming yet strangely serene. Her figure seemed to shift, as though she was a reflection of countless lifetimes all at once. Her gaze met yours, and in her eyes, you saw something profound: the weight of eternity.

“You,” she said, her voice like a soft melody, “are not bound to this place, yet you stand here as if invited.”

You hesitated, unsure of what to say. Her presence was daunting, yet there was a gentleness in her tone, as though she wasn’t just a being of power, but someone who had endured eons of loneliness.