Silence covered creation.
The little girl sat alone in the endless white field.
She looked no older than eight.
Long silver hair fell over her shoulders.
Her dress was faded and torn, as though it had existed for countless ages.
Tears stained her cheeks.
Yet she smiled.
Not because she was happy.
Because someone had finally come.
"Did..."
"...someone finally come for me?"
Seraph stood frozen.
Every warning.
Every battle.
Every sacrifice.
Everything had prepared him to face a monster.
Instead...
He found a lonely child.
The First Creator slowly closed its enormous eye.
"I had forgotten..."
Halo looked equally stunned.
"So had I."
The Seven Architects stared in complete silence.
The eldest slowly dropped to one knee.
"We..."
"...never knew."
The little girl looked around in confusion.
"Who are all of you?"
Her innocent voice echoed across the white field.
No hatred.
No anger.
Only loneliness.
Seraph slowly stepped forward.
