Two figures materialized near the floating Seed with the ceremony of those approaching something sacred.
Yoshinami appeared first, her form resolving from possibility into presence.
Her crimson eyes…weapons and windows simultaneously, burned with longing and recognition that spoke of memories too deep for words.
Her dark hair flowed like liquid night, and her dress seemed cut from shadows that had learned to be solid.
Beside her, Heidrun manifested with equal gravity. The goat's form might have seemed mundane if not for the weight of ages she carried, the knowledge contained in eyes that had seen the rise and fall of concepts themselves.
Both gazed at the Seed with expressions that mixed wonder and pain.
Where they had come from…the Shores of Early Creatures, the Wandering Territories, there had been glimpses of authority like this.
The authority of a Principle. But those had been fading echoes, dying lights of what once was.
