Sakolomeh-My0x thought.
His pure nature was indifference.
He therefore had to embody it somewhere — even if only partially — in order to remain coherent with what he truly was, and not find himself enclosed in the limits of the possible and the impossible.
Hinata grabbed the hem of Sakolomeh-My0x's garment and screamed, broken by sobs:
— No… I don't want you to leave…
— You are all I have…
— Don't leave, big brother, I beg you…
Her voice broke.
— Or… or take me with you…
— Don't leave me…
The silence became crushing, punctuated only by Hinata's cries.
Even Salomeh could no longer hold back her tears — the fear of losing her big brother, definitively, crushed her.
Bakuzan looked away, struggling to maintain an appearance of calm despite the shock.
The Exentity observed the scene.
The reactions of living beings were always excessively emotional.
Yet, in the order of the Metaworld, emotions often had only one effect: to accentuate irreversible dangers.
It could not allow Sakolomeh-My0x to remain in the Father-God's Dream.
Sakolomeh-My0x fixed the void.
He wanted to stay.
But he could not.
It was too dangerous.
Structural coherence and order took precedence over affection — otherwise, everything would collapse.
Hinata continued to cry, refusing to let him go for a single instant.
Salomeh, too, became inconsolable.
The shock was immense.
Sakolomeh-My0x slowly turned his head toward the Exentity.
The latter simply nodded — as if a message had been transmitted between two absolutes, without words.
Then Sakolomeh-My0x turned his gaze back to Hinata and Salomeh.
— Can you both stop crying?
Hinata raised her eyes to him, her face drowned in tears.
Salomeh clumsily wiped hers.
Bakuzan remained with his back turned.
— I have an idea, continued Sakolomeh-My0x.
— Rather than leaving entirely… I will divide myself.
The silence became total.
— The part of me that becomes totally incompatible and indifferent will leave.
— But the part of me that has always lived in the Dream…
— the one that shared your life…
— that one will stay with you.
Hinata sniffled, her voice trembling:
— But… will it still be you?
Sakolomeh-My0x gently nodded his head.
— Obviously.
— Both will always be me.
— In what I have been.
— In what I am.
— And in what I will be… with you.
The silence fell again, heavy but stable, as if the Dream itself was holding its breath.
Sakolomeh-My0x slowly raised his hand.
Before leaving… there was still something to do.
He turned toward Mü Thanatos.
His gaze was neither solemn nor dramatic — only just.
— Before withdrawing, he said calmly, I want to return to you what should never have been permanently lost.
Mü Thanatos frowned, an ancient tension rising within her.
— What is lost… is lost forever, Sakolomeh. You know that better than anyone.
Sakolomeh-My0x slightly nodded his head.
— Yes. — Except for the My0x code.
He opened his palm.
The light of the code was not violent.
It imposed nothing.
It remembered.
A memory so total that it became presence.
The space in front of Mü Thanatos folded gently, not like a tear, but like a recognition.
A silhouette redrew itself — dark wings, inverted halo, intact gaze.
— … Wamy.
The black angel opened his eyes.
He immediately knelt on one knee, then raised his head toward Mü Thanatos with a calm, proud, unchanged smile.
— I am sorry to have left you alone for so long.
Mü Thanatos remained frozen.
Her voice trembled despite herself:
— It is impossible…
An erased angel, disappeared from the Dream… even gods cannot…
— Resurrect? cut in Sakolomeh-My0x.
— Yes. It is impossible.
— Except for what remembers everything.
He added, without emphasis:
— The My0x code does not recreate.
— It reassembles identically what has always existed and what can always exist.
Wamy stood up, gently placed a hand on Mü Thanatos's shoulder.
She closed her eyes for a second.
Then breathed in.
It was not a victory.
It was a repair.
Sakolomeh-My0x then turned toward Ñout.
The celestial goddess understood before anything even manifested.
Her eyes widened.
— No… she murmured.
— Do not give me that back… not after all this time…
But already, the light was extending.
Another angel appeared — bright, ancient, bearer of calm wisdom.
Her divine advisor.
The one whose loss had fractured something in her long ago.
— My goddess, said the angel with a gentle smile, as if he had never been absent.
Ñout brought a trembling hand to her mouth.
— I… I had accepted never seeing you again…
— And yet, said Sakolomeh-My0x,
— what has existed does not disappear as long as the 0 remains.
Ñout bowed deeply, without a word.
Lucifer, who had remained apart, observed.
For the first time in a very long time… he was not smiling out of arrogance.
He murmured to himself:
— So then… the Absolute does not proclaim itself.
— It acts… or it is silent.
He raised his eyes to Sakolomeh-My0x.
— And you… you never sought to be it.
Sakolomeh-My0x replied simply:
— Because it does not interest me.
This sentence, more than anything else, definitively shattered the illusion.
Then, the moment arrived.
The light around Sakolomeh-My0x changed, not like an explosion, rather a silent separation.
The world did not tear.
It rebalanced.
A part of him — the most fundamental, the most indifferent, the most incompatible — detached itself, dissolving toward the indescribable confines of the Metaworld without struggle, without regret and there where he stood…Sakolomeh appeared.
No longer Sakolomeh-My0x.
But Sakolomeh of the Dream.
He breathed deeply.
His gaze was more limited.
More human.
Less total.
He wavered slightly — Bakuzan instinctively took a step forward.
— Don't worry, said Sakolomeh with a tired smile.
— I am still me… but I can no longer carry everything.
Hinata threw herself against him, sobbing.
— You stayed…
— You really stayed…
Sakolomeh placed a hand on her head, this time without metaphysical distance.
— Yes.
— And this time… I can really stay.
Salomeh wiped her tears, a fragile smile on her lips.
— You have changed.
— Yes, he replied softly.
— Now, I can still lose.
— And… that's good.
The Exentity observed the scene.
The balance was perfect.
The My0x had withdrawn.
The Dream remained intact.
The contradiction had been resolved.
Without a word, its form dissolved, abandoning the Dream to resume an indescribable existence in the Metaworld.
Before disappearing, a single thought resonated:
>Order maintained.
Coherence respected.
The gods began to withdraw, each toward its zone of the Dream, appeased, silent, transformed.
The stars continued to shine.
And at the center of all this…
Sakolomeh, seated among his own,
simply living.
The Dream could continue.