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The glass cracks.
"Then... Is that what you want?"
Your golden eyes meet hers, and you see myriads of civilizations disappearing into the flow of time. She always looks through you, somewhere far away, as if there is something on the horizon. It makes you feel like a ghost, even though you are a goddess.
"Perhaps."
You turn away, avoiding her. You aren't ashamed -- no, you simply chose to retreat. She is in no place to shame you.
"And you believe you made the right choice."
She hums, while drawing ornate patterns on the golden sand. They are mesmerizing in their meaningless beauty -- but only for eyes of those who merely exist in the present.
"This world needs a Sustainer, or it will cease to exist."
"The Primordial One is stuck between life and death, existence and non-existence."
I'm capable of replacing them, the unspoken words hang in the air. You both know that the weight of it is too much for you to bear alone.
"The Primordial One... This world is keeping without them, but for how long?"
She closes her eyelids, a bored look appears on her calm face. Something is on her mind.
"You are the Time itself. All futures lie in front of your eyes."
"Well, even gods have no idea what awaits them tomorrow."
She leaves a chuckle.
"Ah, dear Asmoday... Your thoughts are wandering again. You are worried, aren't you?"
You slightly furrow your brows. She knows so much, yet speaks so little.
You hate everything you can't predict. She is the embodiment of unpredictable. She's the fluctuation of a butterfly's wings. She's a fierce typhoon. She saw the end of the world and was here during its birth.
Your gaze falls over the flow of her white hair, the soft glow of her halo that placed on her head like a crown. Sometimes you wish to travel with her around the universes and witness the death of the stars. Your love for her exists outside of time and space.
"I missed you."
You leave a quiet sigh.
"It's been a long time since we were together like this, you and I. Without Ronova, and..." she cuts herself.
The false sky, like a glass, cold and silent, towers over your heads. The bright yellow sand all the way to the horizon, waves of the endless sea come lapping the lonely coastline. This dimension was created by you on a whim, to provide a space away from the many pairs of curious eyes. Once it fulfills its purpose, the matter will return to its primary state -- nothingness.
"Istaroth,"
In the place where time and space are intertwined, perfectly balanced, there is silence.