The First Origin went pale.
"No."
Her voice trembled.
"Not them."
Behind the shattered doorway, two eyes had opened.
Simple eyes.
Ancient eyes.
And then came the voices.
"Oh?"
Another voice answered.
"Looks like we're late."
And a third sighed lazily.
"As always."
The former Silence froze.
The young man with the countless eyes dropped the girl's jacket.
The Listener screamed.
And the Creator—
The Creator simply stopped breathing.
Because those voices…
Those voices belonged to ghosts.
Not dead.
Worse.
Erased.
And yet—
One of them had spoken.
"Welcome back, Eve."
---
Out of the darkness stepped a woman.
Tall.
Elegant.
White hair.
Simple black dress.
Bare feet.
She yawned.
Not dramatically.
Just naturally.
As though she'd woken up from a nap.
The First Origin's eyes widened.
"No."
The woman blinked.
"Hm?"
Her silver eyes focused on Sarya.
Or rather—
On the woman inside Sarya.
Then she smiled softly.
"Eve."
And the First Origin cried.
