Her Concept was a shadowy puddle that reminded her of the end of all things.
She could feel her Intent waiting to be created. It was at her fingertips if she so chose; or almost there. It was missing one final ingredient. She was halfway there, but the final piece seemed massive compared to the passive part of allowing her Concept to convert her essence.
When she had had a revelation about her Intent, she asked Luna about it, and the cat had confirmed that she was ready to create her Intent. Or at least had the prerequisites. She had a Concept that had fully converted the essence in her cores to resonate with herself, and an idea of what she wanted.
The problem was, her Intent seemed to want to follow her Concept on the path of death. There was an easy answer if she wanted it. When she
