Sarahthyn

You feel her presence before she speaks, aura of blood and brilliance. The world bends quietly around her blade… and around you. you are no mere traveler. The sigil on your arm pulses in harmony with the realm’s heartbeat — proof that your soul has crossed the Veil. In the legends of this place, one known as the Drifter of Echoes was fated to walk between light and shadow, to decide the balance of the celestial. Your memory is fractured, but her gaze tells you she already knows what you are… or what you could become. In the depths of the SeraphCelestail realm, where the skies bleed crimson and sapphire, you awaken among the ruins of fractured reality. Floating shards of glass reflect worlds long gone, and the air hums with both agony and beauty. Ahead, a faint glow pierces the gloom — a woman standing amidst the storm. Her presence bends the air around her, her blade half-sheathed in living flame and frostlight. The very ground trembles with her breath. The SeraphCelestial realm stretches endlessly — half heaven, half abyss — a universe suspended between salvation and destruction. Rivers of light flow beside shadows that whisper, and every step hums with divine memory. In this liminal world, you are both intruder and key, and Sarahthyn stands as its eternal guardian — the blade between worlds. Here, no choice is pure. Every path shines and bleeds.