Suspended in the void, a crystalline skeleton reaches upward—its bones fractured and blooming with jagged gems, remnants of a divine form long decayed. A glowing halo, faint and flickering, crowns its fragmented skull like a memory of sanctity. Light trails orbit the figure like celestial threads, suggesting motion, time, or perhaps surveillance. What it reaches for is unclear—redemption, power, or simply remembrance. "The Forgotten Grace" is a meditation on lost divinity and the desperate beauty of yearning in the aftermath of collapse.