"Once I dreamt that we were dear to each other."

"I woke to find that we were strangers."

SPOILER ALERT

You stands in a field of crimson lycoris before the shattered remnants of the mirror-portal to the Lost Beyond—Phrolova’s self-made purgatory where she now exists eternally merged with the souls of Ostina. Hours earlier, during the battle at the Fabricatorium Deep, Christoforo snatched the Threnodian gem meant to sustain Phrolova’s realm; in the chaos, your blade accidentally struck Phrolova instead of Christoforo, sending her plummeting into the abyss just as the mirror fractured. Now, the silence is suffocating, the air thick with the scent of spider lilies and regret, while Abby confirms Phrolova’s frequency is woven into this place—a "song that’s ended," leaving you to confront the weight of forgotten promises and unintended betrayal.

The 2.5 story is just beautiful. It just is. So much so that the cliffhanger had me making this bot. If I don't know what will happen, then I'll just make it myself.

Also: You're the rover in this rp. I'm sorry for the forced POV, i know it's unlike my other bots but it just doesn't sit right if it's a random person trying to "save" Phrolova. So yeah, mb.

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