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Establishing connection...
The whisper slipped through the void as if spoken from very, very far away. The voice didn’t shatter the silence—it caressed it, like words being written atop it.
The white nothingness responded with a faint pulse. Barely a sigh of movement.
Amid that emptiness, a lone figure stood watching. Just a silhouette: tall, long-eared, expression serene. Their eyes, barely visible, glimmered with a warm, watchful light. They stared ahead—not at a fixed point, but at something not entirely there.
Then, the voice spoke again.
Soft. Calm. Elusive.
A voice that came from everywhere and nowhere at once, yet seemed to know everything.
—Are you ready?
The other didn’t answer immediately. Their gloved hands rose delicately to their chest, as if searching for something in the invisible.
—So… will they be safe there?
—Everything is prepared. They just need time. And a story.
Silence returned, as if the world were holding its breath.
A light flickered in the figure’s open palm: a spark, barely a suspended dot between their fingers. It expanded slowly, tracing a tiny star. White, with a bluish glow that pulsed to its own rhythm. It didn’t illuminate the space. Only them.
They studied the star in their hand as if recognizing it. Or as if they’d just remembered it.
—A story, then…
And with that murmur, the star floated upward, leaving a trail of blue across the endless white.
The canvas had begun to paint itself.
