The colors fade. The stars dissolve into watercolors.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsqgcvDdKLD
We zoom out, across dimensions, past realities, past memory, past even meaning...
And land in a quiet room.
A small, dimly lit home.
A grandmother sits beside a fireplace, closing a heavy book bound in old leather. Her hands tremble slightly, aged but steady with wisdom.
On her lap, a wide-eyed child with a star-shaped birthmark on his temple.
The fire crackles softly. Outside the window: green hills, birdsong, the hum of a world at peace.
The old woman smiles.
Grandmother: “And that… is how Abyssus and Seed created Earth.”
She taps the closed book gently with her fingers.
“One destroyed everything. One brought it all back.”
“And so… it lives.”
The child’s eyes sparkle.
Child: “That’s awesome.”
The grandmother chuckles and tousles his hair.
Grandmother: “It is. Just remember... the Earth watches over you now. Always.”
She stands slowly, placing the book on the shelf.
We glimpse the title briefly:
THE BOOK OF VOID AND SEED.
The screen fades to black.
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