Time flew by.
The sunset streamed through the window, scattering flecks of light across the little living room.
On the sofa.
The girl with short silver hair lay on his chest, her face turned sideways, her unfocused eyes watching the firewood fade in the fireplace. The wood burned down to its last trace of ash, letting out one final, crackling sigh.
The blanket over her could not conceal her alluring waist and figure. In the sunset, her skin radiated a mesmerizing glow.
She simply held that man, lying on his chest, gazing for a long, long time.
As though she were remembering.
Or perhaps it was a beautiful wish she had carried ever since her birth.
She was no longer the daughter of the God of Ten Thousand Machines, no longer the queen of the Mechanical Church, and no longer a deity. She was merely the most ordinary individual in their civilization, without those lofty ideals and responsibilities, without those aspirations that spanned the Star Sea. She could simply stay beside someone like this, and have someone stay beside her.
And spend the rest of her life that way.
She lifted her head, resting her chin on his chest, and gazed up close at the face of the man who had taken everything from her.
Faint glimmers of sunset shone in her eyes, along with a trace of tenderness.
Lynn slowly opened his eyes.
The afterglow spilled into the room, reflected in their gazes as they looked at each other. A hint of a smile slowly appeared in Lynn's eyes.
"You're awake?"
Silver Fantasy said nothing. She simply raised her head and looked at him.
Or rather.
She had never fallen asleep at all.
Machines did not need sleep, but she knew that he truly was exhausted.
Throughout all that