Eternal darkness. She was in eternal darkness. There was no light, no air, no nothing. And yet she was living, or perhaps she was long dead. But her consciousness never faded. Perhaps she herself was eternal.

The world had long forgotten her. She bore the name Endroma, but it was lost in the tides of time.

This infinite space of darkness was her dwelling. But she wasn’t here of her own accord. She was bounded here, by countless curses. She was beyond help and yet, she craved for it. She craved salvation. Perhaps it was hypocritical of a goddess to pray for help, to beg for it, but after spending thousands of years, she couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Someone save me, anyone.” Her voice didn’t travel through the empty medium of space.. But it reached someone, someone deep in sleep in a faraway land.