In the silent space between life and death, her soul drifted—weightless, nameless, forgotten by time. She had no memory of who she once was, only a lingering ache in her chest and a whisper that echoed:
"You don't belong there anymore."
And so, the stars answered.
She opened her eyes to a world wrapped in magic and ancient kingdoms. A sky of twin moons. Forests that breathed. Creatures that shouldn't exist—and yet did. It was beautiful. Terrifying. Strange.
And she was reborn.
With hair like glowing snowfall, and eyes that swirled with violet galaxies, she stood out like a goddess descended from the heavens.
But fate, cruel and mocking, placed her not in a palace, nor among the nobleborn.
No. She was just a commoner. A nobody.
A girl with no title, no power, no name in this world.
But the universe never gives gifts without reason.
And perhaps—just perhaps—the stars had bigger plans for a girl who glowed like fate itself.