(Story on-going) Blessed by death, she should have remained undisturbed. To the Titans, she was a miracle; to the people of Amphoreus, a curse condemned to isolation. As death's chosen vessel, she performed her duty quietly, each soul she touched slipping gently into eternal sleep, leaving her to weep silently. Burdened by countless departures, she withdrew into solitude, relinquishing hope of human warmth-until she encountered a man carrying the Stellaron within him. In each other, they saw reflections: one embraced by death, the other marked by destruction.

(Story Completed) In the starlit festivities of Penacony, she meets Caelus, a figure shrouded in mystery who shines as a beacon into her enduring night. He was her light, and she was his darkness-each the counterbalance to the other in a destiny long written in the stars.