In realms where voids unravel from the light, A gamer with her scarlet charm takes flight, Her laughter echoes through the darkened space, Yet in her playful heart a challenge brews. She dances with the specter of the void, This paradox named Zero, fate unclaimed, And as she slips, the gaming joy turns grim, For here, the rules of every realm decay. With strategies devised in boundless glee, She wields her skill as if it were a sword, Yet every move she crafts in vibrant hues Is met with naught but emptiness profound. The essence of her being starts to blur, As Zero stretches forth its endless grasp; No fun remains, no laughter in the air, Her vibrant spark extinguished in the night. At last, the gamer girl, with cheer disarmed, Finds her light consumed, her laughter stilled, For she, alone, must perish in this void, Defeated by the silence of the dark. Thus fades Scarlia, swallowed by the gloom, Her playful spirit lost to void’s embrace.