I saw her—floating in an endless void.
It was a realm drenched in sorrow, sadness, and unbearable loneliness. Darkness extended infinitely in every direction, swallowing any semblance of light. And there she was—curled into a ball, trembling, her body barely glowing in the suffocating dark.
Karina.
She looked so small. So broken.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around her knees, her eyes empty. Her lips moved weakly, repeating the same words over and over:
"Father... Father, save me..."
Her voice barely reached the air, as if the void itself was swallowing her cries.
I was there, too—but not in body. My soul drifted quietly, like a ghost bearing witness to her pain. I could feel every ounce of despair that clung to her like chains.
But then, I noticed something surprising—my staff was floating beside me.
Its glow faint but determined.
It pulsed once, and then... it spoke.
