Iluna blurted all this out in one breath, quite pleased with the solution she had devised. She only had three chances. Though she dearly wanted to understand what had happened to the lost time of the Sixth Epoch, and why Shade existed only in the "present," there simply were not enough opportunities. She could only seize upon the most crucial questions and leave the rest for Shade and Luvia to solve.
You voiced your doubts to the Goddess in the Lake. The Angel remained silent for a long while.
The Angel remained silent for a long while.
The Angel remained silent for a long while.
The voice of "If" and the golden trails of light before her kept repeating the same words. Feeling bored, Iluna turned slightly to look at the street scene. The night was growing deeper, and the people who had just left the train station had gradually vanished into the city. Nearby, only a few Coachmen still waiting for passengers had gathered together to chat.
The night wind sent flyers skittering across the ground, and Iluna's dynamic vision caught phrases such as "not an inch of territory can be surrendered." Policemen on their night patrol passed along the other side of the street carrying Kerosene Lamps, yet none of them looked toward the "two people" beneath the streetlamp.
Iluna turned back to the golden writing that was still continuously scrolling down, only to discover in surprise that the many white feathers that had previously been mere phantoms were becoming increasingly solid. She curiously reached out and touched one. The words had no texture and were merely light, but the feathers could actually be touched. Unfortunately, though she could feel them, she could not keep them in her hand.
The Angel asked whether you needed to change your