"So you have accepted your fate? You were not born a goddess, and you'll die as nothing?" the perfect Aurora replied.
"You still don't get it. You—the so-called perfect version of me—are nothing more than a shadow of what I could have been. You are my past: predictable, fragile, and unchanging. But me? I am the flaw that defies reason, the anomaly that was never meant to exist. I grow, adapt, and rise beyond every flaw, every weakness," Aurora replied, chuckling softly.
"Initially, I thought the Will of the Divine Mysteries was trying to fix me, but I now realize I was wrong. He was merely trying to ensure I didn't become a more significant anomaly than I am now."
"Are you trying to say that you are stronger than me?" the flawless Aurora asked, her fierce gaze fixed on Aurora, her lips curving into a deep frown.
