let's hear the sound of madness

This was not under their protection—it bore not the scorching marks of Sun, Moon, Earth, and Time, a flower with deep roots planted on its heart. This soul was wild and brazen, with a bond not sacred enough to keep from the Rift's slavering jaws. Where it was able to drive a wedge between them, here, it could sever, and sever it did. The magic tasted sweet, of love and devotion and desperation, and afterwards, it left only the bitterness of loss.

the Rift
life between worlds

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[ACCEPTANCE NOTES : CAHIRA ]

Magic:
Transformation: Sports a seraphim halo above her head. The light it exudes pulsates gently with her emotional state.

Normal items transfer fine!