A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
The Empress removed the bloodstains on her face and body and entered her daughter's room.
The little princess was practicing hard. All news about this war was from her. Every word that went to her was verified. Yet, she seemed to judge the situation from the atmosphere of the city.
And she was trying her best in practice, perhaps hoping to help soon.
"Rest early."
"Just one more hour, mom."
"…Fine."
The Empress left the room with a sad face. She wanted her daughter to be independent and strong. But not like this.
The Empress walked through the empty corridors of the once lively palace with a solemn gaze.
All the maids and guards except for the princess protectors were sent to the frontlines.
'This place was lively just two months ago…' The Empress reached her husband's study room in a daze.
And she heard him hold a talk with the abyssals in the solar system.