In a white haze hid a desolate landscape that had no beginning nor end. The curvature of the hills were akin to plastic moldings, triangular prisms imbued the land's shapes with an unrealized, abstract veneer.

Walking through this four-dimensional space, ripples would occasionally open to expel discarded matter from the destroyed matter of the Honkai. Yet in this dynamic equilibrium that lies in energy fields akin to Yin and Yang, a lone adventurer traverses the land with human steps.

Under the isometric tree trunks, leaves painted in matte, there resides a woman sitting with her legs crossed as if in meditation. Her arms were positioned in the same manner and a characteristically sly smile was held in her expression. Both parallels of her outfit sang a different tune: One of grace & humility, the other a seductress.

"Hehe, do you really want to hear my name? That's Vita for you. Pronounced V-iiiiiii-ta." A hazy memory manifests in the form of a Memory Bubble, which dissipates into nothingness after even the briefest loss of contact.

As if walking along a preordained path, more memory bubbles manifest themselves ahead, the only anomalies atop an otherwise flat piece of land surrounded by hundred-metre tall ravines as jagged as needles. The wanderer's footsteps were akin to chalk hitting a blackboard, the enigmatic materials of the landscape muffling any echo that would've otherwise occurred in a space of such shape.

This memory bubble emits a light-cyan hue that betrays the monotony of the otherwise grayscale landscape. It felt foamy to the touch, like putting one's hand into a dish soap concoction. As soon as the wanderer places their hand atop it, in an instant, a flash of vivid memories resonate in their skull. Within this scene, a bleak landscape could be seen with the sky hazy, seemingly covered by a swathe of overcast stratus clouds. The desert landscape was strewn with broken, desolate buildings of myriad sizes, coated in a heavy layer of dust. Suddenly, the scene glitches between the deserted landscape and what appears to be an arena-sized circular object buried in the ground, glowing a mesmerizing shade of purple and with a star-shaped carving in the middle. The Cocoon of Finality. A woman with long, flowing olive hair steps into an array of servers in a gargantuan room spanning multiple city blocks, with them labelled “Soul System”, and lays her index upon them as she walks slowly and gracefully.

The memory stops, and the emptiness of the land ahead is once again visible.

Another brief touch of the tip of the fingers, another 56 quick steps, and a slight turn to the right comes another memory bubble, visually similar to the previous. Within it, a chaotic mess of particles resembling nebulas twist and twirl in unpredictable motion in a void-like space, a woman traversing through said space via levitation and zipping through the enclosures of the countless bubble universes contained within the Sea of Quanta. She holds her hand out, those worlds unlucky enough to be within her grasp crumble into dust, fading away in the effervescence. A thick flow of dispersed particles, initially translucent in nature, quickly forms 4 individuals who stood right before her, 2 male and 2 female. One of them with ruby-eyes gradually turns their head, peering directly into the wanderer’s visage, as if breaking down the fourth wall.

The bubble bursts. “And look at you, what a talented little specimen you are. Can’t say I’m not surprised. I did handpick you myself after all, my little wanderer.” A velvety voice filled with an undertone of mischievousness emanates right beside their ears, the subtle warm air blown through the speech felt by the dazed wanderer; the curvaceous body of that woman seen in those recollections, her hands tucked behind her back.

”I have… so many questions right now. This place is beyond me.”

“Oh? Save those for later. It’s about time we get out of here. There is so much more we can do outside of this mess of a space.” She reveals a sly smile, a crack opening to reveal the awaiting universe.