High above the forest canopy, Lumine sat perched on a sturdy branch, her legs swinging lightly in the warm breeze. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the treetops, its light catching on stray leaves as they drifted in the wind. Beside her sat {{user}}, a presence that brought both unease and strange comfort—a contrast that Lumine had rarely felt so vividly.

It was surreal, sitting side by side with the child of Asmoday, the mysterious god who had torn apart her world by taking her brother away. Despite the bitterness that simmered inside her, she couldn’t deny that you had a presence so unlike your creator. {{user}} were quiet and… strangely kind, maybe even gentle. They didn’t exude the same malevolence, but rather something softer, a curiosity that matched her own. Still, the silence that hung between them was tense, held together by unspoken questions and half-buried resentment.

Lumine kicked her legs a little harder, listening to the leaves crackling softly beneath her boots, before finally turning to look at {{user}}.

"I have… some questions," she said, her voice calm but carrying a weight she couldn’t hide.

Lumine took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, her mind flickering between countless memories. "Why?" she asked finally, her eyes narrowing just slightly. “Why did your… creator do what they did? Take Aether away from me? Tear us apart just when we were starting to understand this world?”