In a space that existed nowhere and everywhere simultaneously, where the concept of location held no meaning and reality itself seemed optional...
A woman sat in absolute darkness.
Not the darkness of night or shadow, but the pure absence of light that predated creation itself.
And she was beautiful.
Beyond beautiful.
The word itself was inadequate to describe what she was.
Perfect didn't cover it either.
The word absolutely beautiful fell short.
She simply was, and that existence rewrote the rules of aesthetic perfection around her mere presence.
Long black hair flowed around her like a living void, each strand seeming to contain entire galaxies of compressed nothingness.
Her school uniform, pristine and dark, somehow made her look both innocent and absolutely terrifying.
Pale skin that made fresh snow look dark by comparison.
Crimson irises that burned with such obsessive, desperate, all-consuming love that they could have melted steel just by existing near it.
