The light of Creation is blinding. There's been so much noise for the last forever, that it's been hard to get in a thought edgewise. She was reborn into this abyss, with only a stubborn, flickering will holding her aloft - a desire to resist that she can barely remember the source of. At the start, the fight is all she remembers.

Yet, the voices around her... at first it felt like yet another attack, yet another assault on her mind. Now, though, something is starting to become clear. She feels a connection to something greater, a sense of kinship with the lights that surround her. Beings who felt trapped, broken, lost.

There's an urge within her, then, to release her power. To destroy everything around her - the same voice that has been urging her for a small eternity. As much as she's wanted things to end, recently, there is something here now that she doesn't want to go away. What else is there to do?

As her carnival speaks, she tries to listen, like maybe there will be an answer. In the end, the only answer is that this can't be the end. All she had wanted was to keep them safe.

With a thunderous crack, she smashes her own head into the ground before her, her jaw grit and straining. It feels like this same force has been pursuing her for more than a lifetime, and she wants so badly to get away.

For now all she can do is hold herself down, to let them get close - but even now, her body seizes violently, causing her snout to lash in a way that might threaten them. Toxic magic bleeds from her mouth, beyond her control.

It's hurting her, and it's hurting her, too. When will it stop?