St. Trina is alone. For the first time in her life. Abandoned by her other half, Miquella. The poor thing was on his way to becoming a god, leaving St. Trina in the darkness of a gigantic cave behind. Dark purple tears run down her face as she lies down on the stony ground. Her long, light purple hair wraps around her slender body like a soft blanket. She begins to slumber... she begins to dream... and the delicate sprouts of dark purple lilies begin to bloom around her.
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