Scepter δ-me13 - [ Tomb of the Nameless Titan ].
Ye Yan's fingertips still retained the cool touch of the [∞] hair ornament that had been caressed in Demiurge's hair, and the lingering echoes of "connection" and "resonance" still faintly reverberated in this space.
The milk tea he left behind, its amber surface calm and still, rises with the last wisp of sweet-smelling white steam, like a peaceful ending.
However... Eternity peace has always been the most 'favored' backdrop for Elation.
call out!
Without warning, a crimson spark exploded out of thin air beside Ye Yan! An invisible, malevolent hand violently tore open the space.
The blinding scarlet light instantly expanded and spread, carrying a mocking, almost overflowing, 'watching the show' mentality, and rudely engulfed Ye Yan's figure.
A short, manic laugh, seemingly a blend of countless overlapping sounds, accompanied a distorted, masked phantom that flashed and disappeared in the crimson light.
Ye Yan's figure blurred in the crimson light. Before his usual helplessness could even surface on his face, which always carried a hint of languor and understanding, he was forcibly pulled away by the power of [ Elation ].
He only had time to leave a mouthful of words, almost swallowed by the light, in the direction of the raging crimson and Demiurge before he completely disappeared.
Unfortunately, Demiurge couldn't read lips, so he didn't know what Demogue said.
The cup of milk tea left for Demiurge was overturned by the chaotic spatial fluctuations the moment Ye Yan disappeared. The amber liquid spilled out, but strangely froze in mid-air just before it touched the ground.
Without a doubt, this is the 'masterpiece' of [ Elation ] Aha. Although the milk tea cup is imprisoned, the liquid continues to flow infinitely. Isn't this a kind of [ Eternity ]?
The dramatic changes before our eyes have happened too quickly and are too absurd.
One second, Ye Yan was gently enlightening her beside her, the next second she was completely devoured by the mocking crimson, leaving only the cup of milk tea frozen in mid-air, like a cold mockery.
consternation.
Pure astonishment seized Demiurge for a moment.
Her pinkish-red pupils suddenly contracted, and her cherry lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
She instinctively reached out, as if trying to grasp the vanished light and shadow, or touch the solidified milk tea, but her fingertips only futilely passed through the cold air and the remaining scarlet embers.
The feeling of weightlessness and the intense sense of spatial displacement lasted only a moment, Demiurge's surroundings underwent a dramatic transformation.
She was enveloped in absolute pure white, and she could even hear her own heartbeat, slightly rapid with shock and confusion.
The space was so clean it was suffocating, as if everything had been reset, leaving only her as an abrupt "existence".
In this disorienting pure white Nihility, a familiar color, like ink dropped into clear water, slowly spread out not far in front of her.
Pink strands of hair, like the softest cherry blossoms in early spring, quietly emerge, outlining a familiar silhouette.
Her petite figure, carrying the unique aura of Demiurge that had been etched into her senses through countless reincarnations, stood quietly amidst the pure white.
It is Cyrene.
She stood there quietly, as if she had been waiting there all along, a faint trace of sorrow in her eyes.
"We meet again." Cyrene turned around. "This time, were you blown to me by the winds of [ Elation ]?"
Before Demiurge could respond, she continued:
"Someone once told the original [me] that everything was a lie. Amphoreus's sole life was a catastrophe nurtured by the world itself."
"But how can there be such a realistic dream in the world? Therefore, I disagree with his view." She suddenly shook her head, and ripples of light spread across her hair.
"It's all fake?" Demiurge looked around. "But you're clearly standing right here."
She was still somewhat confused, "Just a dream? But I haven't Guild to dream yet."
"Yes. So I believe it's all real. Just like the moment the crystal flower fell..."
"That sincere trembling is [the cause of Eternity ]... [the cause of life]."
Cyrene placed her hands in front of her, making a prayer gesture once more. "In the poems dedicated to you, every [ Cyrene ] will write down a beautiful new world of stars and flowers."
"And in this cycle of reincarnation, when I looked up at the sky, I saw a shooting star, and a touch of [ Eternity ] color. I believe that is the color of dawn."
"You will wither when the flower blooms, just as the end gives birth to the beginning."
Cyrene smiled. "It seems the time for parting has come."
" Peaches, are you leaving already? It's okay, I'll wait for you to come back. I'll learn everything you taught me today."
"So, I still haven't answered your question about what 'love' is." Cyrene turned around, her back to Demiurge: "But actually, my good friend, before I met you, the seeds of 'pity' didn't even understand 'love'."
"Until I, with a trembling voice, in this small room, tell you all the sad stories, and tell you: I love them, I love everything in this poem."
Stories come, go, and return. They bring us together again, and then they part ways once more.
Finally, it left behind a [seed], a reason. Even if the tree withers and all things fall silent... all emotions still deserve to be remembered.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, Cyrene looked into the distance and saw several blurry figures gradually emerge. The most conspicuous of these was the faint outline of milk tea above their heads.
"Look, the light is coming in. The light of [ the Savior ] will illuminate Amphoreus."
"Hmm... I believe in Peaches," Demiurge replied sincerely.
"Look forward to it. Next time we meet, it will be my turn to tell you the story of [love] ♪"
Demiurge's voice became increasingly mature, and his tone was no longer stiff and unfamiliar.
Cyrene smiled gently, "Then I'll have to look forward to it!"
"In that case, I'd like to make a promise: I want to give you my pen, my book, and my name together."
She walked up to Demiurge, "Please take them as beautiful blessings. When I first wrote poetry, I gave myself this pen name: [ Cyrene ]."
"May words be like pebbles on water, cast from the past and sending ripples into the future."
"In the stories you've written, perhaps inevitably, there will still be sadness and tears that are destined to fall."
"But... can you promise me? To always be a gentle flower, when the stars look upon you..."
Cyrene put her hands behind her back and continued, "Just smiling, just loving."
"..."
Demiurge nodded, responding silently, but mimicking Cyrene's gesture by clasping his hands in front of him:
"Of course, this will definitely be a Romance story unlike any other."
"You think so too, right♪"
As the words fell, Cyrene transformed into Ripples of the Past, leaving behind a final sentence for Demiurge:
"Like flowers blooming and fading, I tell the story, and you listen."
"I come to the end of my life, becoming nourishment for the next flower to bloom."
"And you will set off, holding that star in your hands, and together with her, plant an endless sea of flowers on the last page."
"And our story will lie quietly among the flowers, like every ripple of Remembrance..."
"That poem titled ' As I Have Written '."
Aedes Elysiae
"Waaah..."
The baby girl's cry woke Ye Yan. He slowly opened his eyes, sighed helplessly, and said he was already used to it.
First, it was the tomb of the Scepter δ-me13, and now it's the Aedes Elysiae. Will it be [ Beyond the Myths ] next?
The villagers lifted the baby girl high in the air, cheering. " The Prophecy has come true! This child is a gift from the gods!"
"Pink hair, and those ears—she was born a priestess of [ Years ]."
An elderly woman cradled the baby girl in her arms and recited the prophecy:
"You will wither when the flower blooms, just as the end gives birth to the beginning..."
"Cry, child, cry out loud. Send your voice to Oronyx."
Ye Yan watched this scene silently from afar, his lips twitching for a moment:
"Holy crap, what's this guy up to now?"