Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore
She tried to reach out, to touch the glimmering light of the plane, but her fingers brushed nothingness.
Then the glitches began. Shadows twisted unnaturally, shapes that shouldn’t exist flickering at the edges of her vision. The plane itself seemed to fracture in sharp lines, snapping in and out of coherence like a broken mirror.
Her heart raced as the first roar of something inhuman echoed behind her. She tried to turn, but the glitches distorted her sense of direction, twisting the path under her feet.
That’s when the pink - haired goddess appeared beside her, hand hovering close enough to brush against Aria’s arm, though no contact was ever made. A shield of translucent light spread outw