ARKSTUDIOS: PROLOUGE - CRUSHING GRACE
My name is Mair. When I was born, the universe held its breath. The tilt of the cosmos wavered, as though my arrival had pressed a hand against the scales of existence. Strength is the marrow of my being—a force that rends the fabric of galaxies and shatters the bones of worlds. My arms have bent the will of stars, and my name etches itself not in stone but in the reverberations of war’s eternal song. They sing of me, those who dare, their voices trembling like leaves caught in the gale of my name.
And yet, I have seen you, Starlight. I have watched you tread the quagmires of blood, your breath stolen, your spirit frayed. The battlefield claims its due—not only in the flesh that falls but in the light it dims. I have seen tears carve rivers down your face, the salt biting into wounds that gape wide and unhealed. Beneath your feet, the earth groans, bloated with decay, heavy with the refuse of war unending. Your lungs cry out for air that will not come, and the taste of iron blooms at the back of your throat.
