Slowly the shadows' whisper became a voice, a dark call, so tempting even the brightest Light would wander. She knew she was fading, yet she still yearned. In that cool evening air, as dusk was devoured by night, the noble woman ceased to exist. In her place, another stood. Same meat, same bone, but something entirely different.
“In the abyss of nihilism, the soul finds its own light.”