The Mother and the Father vanished from the boundary at the same time.
The Mother reappeared on her side of the Primordial Expanse, standing alone within an endless expanse of radiant white.
The space around her pulsed gently with creative essence, yet the atmosphere felt thinner than it once had.
She stood in silence for a few moments, her long white hair drifting slowly as she gazed out into the emptiness where countless layers of her own creation had once existed.
Then, a soft, knowing chuckle escaped her lips.
"How predictable," she murmured to herself, her voice echoing gently across the white expanse. "He thinks he's being clever."
While the Mother remained quiet during the Father's suggestions, she had, in truth, seen through his proposal the moment he presented it.
On the surface, the Father's suggestions had sounded reasonable — even necessary.
