A steady influx. An origin point system that maintained the balance of the world within reach. Among the anomalies that sustained this equilibrium was Saintess Selena.
Gifted with the stigmata that allowed her to witness certain thresholds before they occurred, many in the Theocracy revered it as a divine blessing. But to Selena, it was anything but.
To her, it was a curse.
A woman who bore a gentle smile, yet lived under the suffocating burden of foresight. To see the world's continuity unravel, to witness moments before they came to pass, it left her in dread each day.
What if she saw the end of the world?
The thought alone was enough to suffocate her. And knowing she had already seen the moment of her own death made it harder to breathe with each passing day.
Still, she understood her purpose. She had to live until the very end. To preserve the world's equilibrium. For if she faltered, another force would rise in her place, and that imbalance could shift everything.
