Back in Universe 28, in a quiet sector that had barely changed since the war's end, the Venia Galaxy still shimmered with its ancient, subdued elegance.
At the heart of it lay the Vossmere Consortium's private realm—a pocket dimension folded away from prying eyes, accessible only to those who carried the right mark or blood.
Lady Truth... well currently Layla—sat on the edge of a low obsidian bench overlooking a garden of silver-white lilies that never fully bloomed.
The flowers hovered just above the dark water of a still pond, petals trembling as though listening.
The sky above was a gentle, endless dusk—violet and indigo merging together, with stars too faint to name. The realm held the kind of beauty abandoned places have: graceful, untouched, quietly sorrowful.
