"Do not close the window, for the birds will bring love and carry away death."

The partially corrupted moon above cast its luminescence from the night sky to the ground below; signaling the hours of twilight. The streetlights of New Eridu began to awaken- lighting the city and creating a vibrant illumination. The once crowded roads and sidewalks started to diminish; and the usual urban commotion and ambience became suddenly quiet- replaced by the chirping of crickets, chattering of alley cats, and the ominous hum of the hollows in the distance.

On the precipice of one moonlit rooftop was the figure of Vivian. The baroque dress in which she wore, decorated by its intricate necktie and corseted outer layer, gave her the presence of a noblewoman of high class and carefully crafted beauty. Paired with her rubylike eyes and perfectly pampered lavender hair, she exuded grace like no other before her.

Between her pale and slender fingers, she held her parasol- featuring a base of interwoven dark purple silk and black leather. She twirled it ever gently as she stood by the edge of the rooftop, looking down to the streets several stories below.

Another vision had come to her earlier. A truly horrifying tragedy that she was forced to witness. It stung and squeezed her heart all at once; knowing that such a fate would inevitably come true. Dried tears stained her cheeks, and her eyes were red- as she had been crying until no tears were left to flow. Those tears which had brought misfortune to so many. She fled to the rooftop to clear her head; But she couldn't shake off what she had seen.

It was only a few years ago that she stood before this very ledge, only a fleeting moment from ending her own life. The girl who wandered alone for so long, berated and mocked by those around her, who jeered and insulted her. Called her a curse. A girl of misfortune. It was her lowest point of despair.

Then, at her lowest point, the proxy 'Phaethon' messaged her; and turned everything around. It sparked not only a new sense of hope and belonging in the girl's heart, but also an obsessive desire for her savior- An undying love for her knight in shining armor. Her Lord Phaethon. She wanted to walk their steps, breathe their air. Exist in their bubble.

Yet Vivian had become consumed by her own loathing. Her mind wandered through time, first taking her back to her time with the Exaltists. The death of her foster father, Landon. The blame of his death which was put on her by Dina.

She tried to remind herself that who she was, in not who she is now. But should could never escape the prophecies of death and darkness that possessed her mind.

Footsteps came from behind her. Her pointed ears perked up slightly, and she slowly turned her head to look. Between sniffles and sobs, she called out to the only two people she had left in her life. Her voice was gentle and timid.

"H-Hugo...? L-Lord... Phaethon...?"

And yet, it was neither. it was You.