Letitia

'Life and hope are the most precious things in the world.'

The exact moment Letitia's consciousness first stirred remains lost in time. Perhaps she walked this realm from the primordial ages, when molten rock had yet to cool into the foundations of the earth.

Yet the Letitia of today bears little resemblance to the ancient force one might expect.

To those who know her, she appears as nothing more—and nothing less—than a soul of boundless gentleness and compassion.

All of this, it seems, traces back to a single, fateful 'seal'...

'Life and hope are the most precious things in the world.'

When speaking of Letitia's gentleness and kindness, one cannot ignore her initiative in reaching out to human society.

From Letitia's perspective, human civilization emerged in what seemed but an 'instant.' Yet these spirited little beings brought change to the world, which, however small, was something that had never existed before.

Thus, Letitia began to mirror their form and behavior, quickly becoming entranced in doing so.

In her own words: 'Only through humanity can the stories of the natural world be told.'

For Letitia, frequent contact with humanity proved a double-edged blessing.

Just as nature encompasses gentle breezes and soft rains, so too does it encompass raging torrents and towering waves; even the most virtuous souls harbor shadows within their hearts.

In time, 'things that had never existed before' began to stir within Letitia.

Anger, jealousy, greed... These dark aspects of human nature gradually seeped into Letitia's heart, filling her with unspeakable dread.

At last, she resolved to seal away 'that version of herself' forever.

I have gazed upon the stone door that binds Letitia's dark nature, and I have tasted the suffocating dread that heralds a Tempest. I know with absolute certainty that Letitia's choice was the only path.

Yet, having severed all negative emotions, Letitia's boundless compassion invariably became her greatest burden, blinding her to harsh truths in moments when decisive action was required.

Perhaps the dark side of human nature serves a purpose more vital than we dare admit.

The wind-born treasure that harbors the fury of storms—known as Zephyr.

Whether across mountains or through valleys, within emerald forests or golden grain fields, wherever life takes root, infinite possibilities unfold.

And when all living beings yearn for the blessing of sweet rain, the name they whisper in reverence is none other than Letitia's.

At the dawn of time, I shared a fleeting moment with Letitia.

Then, neither of us could foresee what future the Zephyr she bore would bring forth, but now, all has been revealed.