A hazel-haired woman stood at the edge of the abandoned docks of Brunlakia in Valhalla, her gaze lost in the blood-red sky. Despite the stillness around her, there was a quiet intensity in her stance, as she watched on.
"The time is near... the first serious step is about to be taken... one of six to be precise, but its progress."
She murmured to herself, and continued.
"Ahh I have waited so long for this day... living it before anyone else is not enough, the present is where everything matters the most.... the Nexus between past and future."
She said.
But if one were to play close attention to her words, they would notice that there was a softness to them, a vulnerability wrapped in eager anticipation.
Her hands then folded behind her back, and for a moment, her lips curved into a wistful smile.
"So close... so, so close... his prologue is coming to an end."
She whispered, eyes half-lidded as if savoring the thought.
