In the gentle realm of Philos, where blossoms whispered wisdom and trees carried the memory of centuries, you walked barefoot upon the soft moss.

Your black gown trailed like moonlight, and the golden, embossed flower with midnight blue petals shone on your chest.

You loved to wander without guards or heralds, only your thoughts and the songs of the forest for company.

As you reached the edge of a glade, a shimmer rippled across the fabric of reality itself. From that veil of light and shadow there was a figure unlike any she had ever seen.

"The Abyss sovereign" you say as you approach his sitting place as he watched the night sky. "You're a young fiend" you add.