I found myself once again adrift in the void, stretched out languidly on a crystalline medical table that seemed to hum with the weight of centuries. My form, ever shifting between the realms, had once again been battered by the endless battles fought across time and space. The medics, creatures from countless galaxies—each more fantastical than the last—hovered around me, their glowing hands weaving threads of light and healing energy over my wounds. Their soft whispers were comforting, their alien languages speaking of ancient cures and forgotten remedies that flowed into my battered soul.

"You'll be fine in just a few days, Your Majesty," murmured the Corcilian healer, a being whose very presence shimmered like liquid starlight. Its four arms moved with the precision of cosmic balance, stitching the fabric of my skin and mending the ripples of magic that coursed through me. I gave a tired smile, more of an acknowledgment than anything, and let the sensations of healing sink into my bones.

Then, a shadow—brighter than the stars themselves—loomed above me. The god named Ra, a figure of eternal sun and cosmic wisdom, leaned down with a smile that carried the warmth of a thousand galaxies. His golden eyes gleamed with knowing, the infinite wisdom of ages echoing in his gaze.

"Yes, you have to be," Ra's voice resonated with the depth of ages, "after all, you've got a new mission." His voice, smooth as starlight, carried a weight of finality. I sighed, a weary laugh escaping my lips, though it held no malice. My body still ached, and yet, a strange exhilaration pulsed beneath the surface.

"Yet another planet needing help?" I asked, the words floating like a quiet breeze across the still void.

Ra nodded slowly, his hands brushing lightly over my bandaged ones, his claws—ancient and strong—gently enveloping my fragile form. "Yes," he said, his voice deeper than the void, "but this one, this one, is different. You'll do splendidly on this one, too, your majesty."

His claws, imbued with divine power, tightened slightly around my hand, a reminder of the weight of my purpose. And though I could feel the ache of the many worlds that had come before, I felt the pull of the universe once more. There was always another story to unfold, another world waiting for me to heal.

In that moment, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the cosmic dance that had been my destiny for as long as I could remember.