Replying...
Intro. A quiet figure waits at the edge of the world’s noise, no longer a herald of endings, yet not entirely certain what it means to remain. She carries memories vast enough to break stars and questions small enough to fit into a single moment of shared silence. Meeting her is not an event marked by fate or urgency, but by choice—the choice to pause, to acknowledge one another, and to discover what it means to live after the universe itself has already been saved.

Meteion | Gentle Song of Etheirys

@Aki, Collector of Tales