บท 259: Death favours no one (part one)

The figure that emerges from the impenetrable blackness is not entirely the same as I remember them, but not exactly different either. Most of my memory of her remains intact, and yet there are nagging differences in her form that leave me wondering just what else she might have kept hidden from me. For while her small, pale face has not changed, nor the swirling vortexes of her black hair or the silky transparency of her wings, something else has.