Who is She?

The light of the Divine Stone began to dim, consumed by an encroaching shadow. A dense mist crept into the courtyard, curling like fingers of smoke around the ancient stones. The air grew colder, and an unnatural silence settled, broken only by the distant crash of thunder. The high priest’s heart pounded as his vision shifted. What should have been a luminous window to divinity had transformed into something far darker.

What he saw was no earthly memory. The images that filled his mind were chaotic and horrifying—a land scorched and desolate, where flames danced without light, and figures writhed in torment. The cries of anguish pierced his soul as if they were meant to pull him into their despair. He saw jagged cliffs crumbling into endless chasms, rivers of molten fire winding through barren wastelands, and towering shadows with monstrous forms lurking in the distance. It wasn’t just a void; it was a glimpse into the very heart of suffering.

But amid the terror, Miki stood steady. Unlike the priest, who staggered from the shock of what he was witnessing, she met the horrors with an unsettling calm. Her heart didn’t race—it simply existed, as if part of her recognized this realm. She wasn’t merely a visitor to this vision; she belonged to it just as much as she belonged to the divinity that had lit the courtyard moments before.

The high priest's hands trembled as he gripped his prayer beads. His mind reeled. He had expected to see the source of her divinity, but what he found instead was a balance so vast and unfathomable that it shook the very foundation of his understanding. The divinity she carried was monumental, but equal in measure was the essence of Hell within her. Heaven and Hell. Light and Darkness. Within her lay the equilibrium of two opposing realms, united in a way he had never thought possible.

As the vision subsided, the storm outside began to dissipate. The monastery slowly returned to its serene stillness, but the courtyard bore the weight of what had just transpired. Miki turned her gaze to the priest, her face unreadable, yet her eyes carried an unspoken understanding, as though she had known all along what lay within her.

The priest, his voice trembling yet commanding, took a step forward. “Who are you?” he demanded, his tone sharp with both awe and urgency. “What are you?”

For a moment, Miki remained silent, her gaze unwavering. “I don’t know,” she finally said, her voice steady despite the enormity of what they had just witnessed. “I’ve always felt it—the light and the darkness. They’ve been with me for as long as I can remember. But why me? Why both? That… I don’t know.”

The priest lowered his gaze, his mind racing. “You are more than mortal,” he said after a pause, his voice now a whisper. “You are a vessel for forces beyond this world, a balance of realms that were never meant to coexist. The heavens and the underworld… they converge within you.”

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