Aria remained before the old oak tree, the breezes of the Divine Nursery stirring the leaves above. Its branches connected like arms, as though it were inviting her. The Blood Pledge had brought her here, to this consecrated spot where the shroud between domains was most slender.
With overwhelming sadness and a decided soul, Aria realized she needed to defy reality. She looked at the memento that had once had a place with her mom, the memento that held privileged insights and recollections from a long time ago. It beat with a weak, ethereal light, coaxing her to open it.
