What emerged next was the third scene...
The colors in that scene abruptly grew soft and warm.
There was no roaring, no rebuke, none of that oppressively suffocating black-and-white world.
In their place was a magnificent, bustling stellar city.
People thronged its streets, and beings of every shape and form moved among shops brimming with wares.
At the very center of the scene, the Vast Star Lord and the luminous-haired woman, who had been stripped of the prefix "Endless" and now bore only the name "Compassion of," strolled side by side along streets as dazzling as a galaxy, their fingers interlaced.
Her hair no longer held three colors, having turned an ordinary silver-white.
Yet that silver-white was not withered; instead, it was as supple and beautiful as silk steeped in moonlight.
She turned her head to look at the Vast Star Lord, her lips bearing that unchanged, gentle, happy smile.
The Vast Star Lord looked at her too, his ice-blue face finally showing composure, certainty, and an unguarded tenderness reserved for her alone.
Holding each other's hands, they nestled happily and joyfully against one another on the crowded streets of the stellar city.
All the surrounding clamor and bustle had nothing to do with them.
In their world, there was only each other.
Then came the fourth scene, the fifth, the sixth, and even the eighth, ninth, and tenth...
Countless fragments of memory flickered past like a long slideshow.
Those scenes showed them roaming together through the depths of the Sea of Stars, exploring unfamiliar planets together, sharing quiet drinks in some unassuming little tavern, and falling asleep nestled against each other in a star's sunset-like afterglow.
The Vast Star Lord used vast, vast quantities of such scenes to reminisce about the luminous-haired woman who had been stripped of the