The Core obliged.
They said the transformation would set her free. Instead, it unmade her, one gleaming thread at a time. extreme modification – magical girl mystic lune f95
The answer scrolls past in silence.
There is no cure for what she has become. Only the next fight. Only the next modification—her soul filing itself into a sharper, lonelier blade. The Core obliged
Now, her limbs hinge at impossible angles. Her spine is a coil of liquid mercury. When she speaks, her voice echoes from thirteen futures at once. Her wand is no longer a wand but a taproot drilled into the planet’s dream-vein. Extreme modification, the Guild calls it. Phase Ascension. it unmade her
She kissed her reflection. It kissed back with a mouth full of galaxies.