That name was stuck in Ephraim's mind ever since he arrived in a world completely foreign to him. That certain name that was the start of it all.
Andromeda.
She stared at him, wondering why he froze the moment he heard her name.
"Are you wondering why my mother named me the universe?" She asked, making him stare even more. "It's because of this."
Ephraim then looked at what she pointed at.
"Your eyes?"
"They said I look like I have the stars in my eyes." Andromeda exclaimed. "I don't blame them. I have odd traits."
Ephraim wasn't sure what else to say.
He knew he had to leave—but it feels like, right now, he would be abandoning a key. Something that may give him answers.
In this world, Ephraim believed in no coincidence.
Because in this world, a 'god' indeed existed. And if the president is right about one thing, then perhaps it is the existence of fate.
"I see." Ephraim said. "Thank you, Andromeda."
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