In a place bathed in a soft, endless light, everything seemed to float in perfect silence.
Suspended in the middle of this boundless space stood a young woman, naked. Her long silver hair drifted gently around her. Her eyes gleamed with a quiet coldness.
Before her, another woman appeared, older, with jet-black hair that seemed to absorb the light around it. Her gaze, a deep crimson.
The two women stared at each other for a long moment, both motionless.
Their breaths, if they existed, were imperceptible. Not even the slightest twitch betrayed the tension. The black strands of one and the silver locks of the other swayed gently, carried by an invisible breeze lost in the ether. Their skin, pale and shadowed, needed no protection.
At that moment, a mere observer would have seen only this: two presences, locked in a silent exchange, their silhouettes standing opposed like night and day.
