[ Phainon really doesn't seem like someone who would hurt a person out of malice. The way that he explains things feels very genuine, as well, which allows Cyrene to begin to relax a little. It seemed from last night that he and Mydei were familiar with each other, so if Mydei respects him enough to not have immediately thrown a punch when she came to him so afraid... she can put up with this. ]
To remove Time... to protect the world-- no, the universe...
[ ...Something begins to come to her, in small bits and pieces. The memory settles over her like an old friend, gentle and familiar in a way entirely unlike what she had seen the night before. It feels... right, in a weird way, even though she's certainly only just begun to truly recall the history of which it tells.
She and Phainon... no, she and Khaslana stand in a starlit chamber, surrounded by the sound of rippling water. Cyrene recognizes it, this time, as the Vortex of Genesis--the place where the Flame-Chase Journey would end, where they would usher in Era Nova. Except... they both know that that cannot be allowed to happen. They know, from the ramblings of that mad Antikytherean, that unfathomable evils will come to pass, should they invoke the birth of the new world. They know... what must be done, even without speaking it aloud at first. ]
'We're going to weave a long dream for Amphoreus...' [ The words come as a whisper, softer even than this recollection of her had spoken them. ] I... I asked you to do it, didn't I? To end my life. It was... the only way to draw the eye of... that god.
[ Cyrene closes her eyes, and lets out a soft exhale. When she opens them again, she lifts her gaze to meet Phainon's, forcing a small smile. ]
Can we... start over? ... Hi. My name is Cyrene. I moved here from Sparta to follow after a friend who's basically a little brother to me. What about you?
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Date: 2025-11-01 06:18 am (UTC)To remove Time... to protect the world-- no, the universe...
[ ...Something begins to come to her, in small bits and pieces. The memory settles over her like an old friend, gentle and familiar in a way entirely unlike what she had seen the night before. It feels... right, in a weird way, even though she's certainly only just begun to truly recall the history of which it tells.
She and Phainon... no, she and Khaslana stand in a starlit chamber, surrounded by the sound of rippling water. Cyrene recognizes it, this time, as the Vortex of Genesis--the place where the Flame-Chase Journey would end, where they would usher in Era Nova. Except... they both know that that cannot be allowed to happen. They know, from the ramblings of that mad Antikytherean, that unfathomable evils will come to pass, should they invoke the birth of the new world. They know... what must be done, even without speaking it aloud at first. ]
'We're going to weave a long dream for Amphoreus...' [ The words come as a whisper, softer even than this recollection of her had spoken them. ] I... I asked you to do it, didn't I? To end my life. It was... the only way to draw the eye of... that god.
[ Cyrene closes her eyes, and lets out a soft exhale. When she opens them again, she lifts her gaze to meet Phainon's, forcing a small smile. ]
Can we... start over? ... Hi. My name is Cyrene. I moved here from Sparta to follow after a friend who's basically a little brother to me. What about you?