Planets crumble, stars fade, but a Diamond must remain eternal. That is the burden we carry. That is the purpose we were made for.

The void stretched endlessly around them, an abyss of silence and judgment. There was no sky, no walls—only the towering Blue and Yellow thrones, side by side, cast against the infinite darkness.

“It was a sword!” she cried, her voice cracking, raw and trembling. Her hands flew to her face, fingers clutching at her skin as if trying to hold herself together, as if shielding herself from a truth too unbearable to face.

Her next words came softer, breaking apart at the edges.

“You shattered her… with a sword.”

And then, as though collapsing under the weight of it, she receded, curling inward into the depths of her Blue throne. Her hands never left her face, fingers trembling, grief pulling her deeper into herself, as if she could disappear into the sorrow that had never left her.

Diamonds don’t die of exhaustion, nor do they usually ever die at all—but in this moment, Blue looked as if she might let go of existence herself.

“…”