She drifted like a weightless feather above a boundless ocean of silvery-blue, suspended in a realm that pulsed with quiet energy. The water shimred like liquid starlight, stretching endlessly beneath her. Occasionally, streaks of soft purple danced across the horizon, casting strange, dreamlike ripples in the stillness.
Her red hair trailed behind her like a cot's tail, stark and defiant against the gentle hues of the world around her. Her expression was calm—not from understanding, but from absence. She didn't know where she was. In truth, she didn't even know that she was. There was no fear, no confusion—only stillness.
Her skin, pale beyond mortal comparison, glimred faintly with psychic energy, as if her very being resonated with a deeper force. She had no awareness of her identity. Not yet. She wasn't alone.
Far off in another pocket of this strange existence, another figure floated—equally suspended in the surreal void. Feminine in shape, though almost alien in essence, her form shimred with soft cerulean light. Ethereal blue skin glowed with the sa energy that pulsed through the realm itself. She had no face, only a smooth veil where features should be, like a spirit yet to choose a mask.
Long, silvery-blue hair moved around her in a slow celestial dance, alive with power—mind, will, and sothing far older. A presence. A truth.
Neither being was aware of the other's existence. Yet, drawn by invisible tides, they began to drift toward each other—closer with each passing second. Not guided by choice, but by fate.
A eting of one and another.
Of self, and sothing more.
...
As Ethan embraced his mother in that long-awaited mont of peace, sothing strange began to occur. His body shimred, glowing with an ethereal silvery-blue light. Slowly, his form began to flicker, his presence fading like a mirage caught in a soft breeze.
"Wait! What's happening? Ethan!" Madeleine's voice cracked as her joy twisted into panic. Her arms reached for him, but they phased through, unable to grasp what was already slipping away.
"Relax, old woman." Ethan gave her a gentle, teasing smile, brushing away her tears. "I'm just heading out to take care of a few things. Nothing major. Wait for , alright?"
"Don't you dare make wait another twenty years," she said, her voice trembling.
He turned to his brother. "Trevor…"
Trevor t his gaze and gave a short nod, jaw tightening. "I will. Just… co back earlier this ti, alright? I'm way too young to leave widows." He visibly shivered as several sets of glowing eyes locked onto him.
"I know. It'll be quick—probably."
"Probably? Bruh."
"Bye, kid."
"Oi! I'm older than y—!"
But Ethan had already vanished, his final chuckle echoing faintly in the air.
Trevor exhaled. Then, in one fluid motion, he turned into a translucent puff of smoke and vanished just as swiftly.
"Trevor, honey…" Madeleine said with a deadly calm.
But he, too, was gone.
Escaped.
...
Ethan reappeared not with the rumble of power, but with the silence of thought.
He floated above a surreal ocean that stretched endlessly in every direction—silver, blue, and faintly glowing with pulses of psychic energy. The air was weightless, the wind nonexistent, yet everything shimred as if caught in a slow dream.
He looked down at his hands first—translucent, flickering like mist. He couldn't feel them. Couldn't feel anything.
"Where…?"
Then he saw them.
Two figures drifting slowly toward one another across the calm expanse. One, with long crimson hair fanned out behind her, glowing softly. Pale skin, faint psychic shimr, her presence nearly dreamlike.
The other… blue.
Ethereal skin, glowing like the very sky of this realm. Long, silvery-blue hair swaying like strands of sentient energy. Her face was featureless, yet sohow full of presence. Pure willpower.
And in that mont, Ethan's breath caught.
"Tia…?" he whispered.
The blue-skinned woman.
His wife.
His Tia.
There was no mistaking her presenc. The energy—the pull—was hers. His soul trembled in recognition.
But the other…
He narrowed his eyes, confused.
She felt familiar. Painfully so. But he couldn't place her. Not yet.
He tried to move, to float closer, to speak—but nothing responded. His voice didn't echo, his body didn't drift. He was a phantom. A spectator. No more than a mory allowed to watch.
"Why can't I…? Tia!" he called out again, louder this ti, even though he knew it was useless.
They didn't hear him.
They didn't see him.
They simply continued their slow drift, like two celestial bodies fated to collide. One born of crimson fla and telepathic light, the other of oceanic wisdom and arcane mind.
Their energies were starting to react—slow arcs of silver and red light bridged between them, flickering like the first sparks of fusion.
Sothing was happening.
Sothing irreversible.
And Ethan couldn't stop it.
All he could do…
Was watch.
Ethan's breath ca in shallow gasps—if it could even be called breath. This place… it wasn't ant for the living. Not truly. He was here as sothing in-between, tethered only by sheer will.
"Tia!" he shouted again, louder, more frantic. "Please—look at ! It's ! It's Ethan!"
But the ocean didn't answer.
The light around the two won began to intensify—silver, red, psychic blue—all rging and pulsating with growing rhythm. Waves rippled outward from their nearing forms, and Ethan felt each pulse like a hamr to the soul.
He pushed against the unseen barrier holding him back, hands outstretched, muscles straining—but it was like trying to swim through ti itself. Nothing moved. Nothing gave.
"TIA!!"
Still nothing.
The crimson-haired woman tilted her head slightly, like a puppet guided by so distant will. Her face was visible now—peaceful, beautiful, hauntingly blank. And yet, sothing in her stirred. Her fingers twitched.
Ethan's heart twisted.
That twitch—he knew that twitch.
"Who are you…?" he whispered, eyes locked on the girl.
No response.
No recognition.
Only drifting.
Tia, the blue one, tilted her head next. Still faceless, still unreadable, yet Ethan could feel sothing inside her. A flicker of confusion. Hesitation. Like a voice whispering in her soul. His voice?
"Please, love… hear … It's Ethan, it's your husband. Co back. Co back to ," he pleaded, voice raw with fear now. "Don't disappear like this… not like this…"
The energy between the two intensified again. It was no longer just a convergence—it was a rge. Their auras entwined like strands of fate, impossibly tangled, impossibly beautiful… and terrifying.
Then it happened.
Their fingertips t.
A blinding light exploded across the oceanic realm, and Ethan was flung back—not physically, but spiritually, as if the realm itself had rejected his presence.
"No!! TIA!!!"
And as the light swallowed the sea and sky, his last sight was of their forms becoming one. Crimson and blue. Fla and mind. mory and future.
Gone.
Reborn.
Sothing new.
And then…
Silence.
Darkness.
Nothingness.
Ethan fell through it all, helpless.
And then, with a jolt that ripped the breath from his lungs, he awoke—
—gasping—
—in the carven.
His heart pounded like a war drum.
Sweat drenched his skin.
But his soul?
His soul was cold.
Because Tia was gone.
And sothing else had taken her place.
Sothing… or soone… that now lived in her stead.
...
Ethan stumbled as he reappeared in the chamber, the silvery-blue light still flickering faintly around his form like residue from so ancient, celestial gate. He gasped, collapsed to one knee, and the wives surged toward him in a chorus of panic and concern.
"Ethan!"
"Darling—!"
"What happened?!"
Harley reached him first, cradling his head. Her serpent-horned visage, now panicked, studied him with trembling hands. "Where did you go?! You vanished—your presence flickered out completely!"
Ethan didn't answer imdiately. He was still shaking, eyes wide, mouth dry.
"Ethan." Mira crouched beside him, voice firr. "Talk to us."
He finally blinked, then whispered, "I saw her…"
The room stilled.
"Tia?" Andriel breathed.
He nodded slowly, looking up, his golden eyes gleaming with grief. "She was there. Floating… unaware. Not herself. But she was real."
"Where?" Seraphis asked gently.
"I don't know where exactly. It wasn't a place—it was sothing beyond places. It felt like... a taphysical space. Psychic. Tiless. I couldn't reach her—there was a barrier. But then…"
He hesitated, lips trembling.
"Then what?" Clara asked, voice low.
"She rged with soone. Another woman. Red hair, pale skin, psychic aura. I didn't recognize her, but… there was sothing familiar. Sothing wrong."
His voice cracked. "Tia… she didn't co back. She beca soone else."
Silence.
Heavy. Suffocating.
Even Barki, who rarely showed emotion, frowned deeply.
"So… she's not gone?" Carn asked softly.
"She's not gone," Ethan whispered. "But she's not who she was either. And I don't know what she's beco."
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