"That song you just sang..."
"What of it?"
"That's not a Void dialect I know."
"I keep forgetting you're really young, Dev. Stars, you're still a kid..."
"Is that a compliment?"
"In a way."
"Can I get a translation, I meant?"
"It's kinda hard to translate it perfectly, though. The language itself was made to be as vague as possible. I should know. I was there when it was made."
"What's it called?"
"I don't remember its name, or think it has one. It's a mix of human languages and old Edens speech and hissing that sounds like a really old dialect from when this place was just getting started."
"..."
"There's only one other person I know who can speak it, though."
"Are they still here?"
"As inquisitive as ever, aren't you, kid? No, she's not. Her name was Basil. She invented the language. She used to live in the Sea."
"But isn't that impossible?"
"Not for her, no. She seemed to take pleasure in doing the impossible."
"What happened?"
"One day she told me she was gonna get out of this place. Someday she'd get to the Gate, force it open, and walk right out and no one could stop her. Said the Sea was lonely and sad and wanted to go above, to the mortal realms, because she heard it was beautiful there. I don't blame her. The Sea is a Void of its' own. I mean, if you could live in a place better than here, would you?"
"But here is the best!"
"Never say that until you've seen everything, kid. And to do that, you gotta take the entire world. If not, Eris will never shut up and we'll both be damned to bleeding from both ears because of her shrieking."
"That's not good."
"Of course it isn't."
"It seems like you were really good friends with Basil. Do you miss her?"
"...Of course."
"Then why don't you visit her?"
"I don't know where she is anymore. And plus, I'd only serve as a reminder never to come back to this place."
"..."
"It's better if she just forgot. The same for you. Don't tell anyone what I just told you, ok?"
"Ok."
"Good. Now go back to sleep, it's nearly daybreak. No one wants to hear Eris bitch about something no one cares about in the morning."
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"You keep humming that song."
"Hah?"
"That one. The one you just finished."
"What do you want, child?"
"To know what it's called. What language it's in. What's it about. And its story."
"That's a tall order, kid. I'm only going to answer the last one. It's an old, unknown song from the Void. It originated from the Aster sea. It's sung in Anguisal."
"The sea that isn't a sea named after a person from a prophecy about the apocalypse? And the language of lost sanity?"
"Yep. Something about missing a home you never had and impossible wishes and what life is and whatever else I can't remember."
"Ohh."
"A friend gave it to me, told me to remember only the important bits and never to come back to that hell."
"You just answered all of my questions."
"Dammit, child, I should've just left this babysitting job to Lilith. Or Dea. You little humans are as devious and weaselly as you are breakable."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compli-oh, forget it, you little ray of pure eye-stabbingly painful Edens sunshine. Now go back to sleep before the nuns wake up and realize you're communing with the devil."
"Ehehe."
"Goodnight, Lukas, you little nightmare, impossible to deal with, he who bound the night to his side to be his godforsaken nanny or something. And don't call me Auntie, or any of those other titles. It makes me feel like one of those stuffy Edens royalty they like so much there."
"Goodnight, Auntie Basilisk, Puppeteer of the Void, Ascendant of Chaos, she who has a crush on Auntie Dea."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE-GO TO SLEEP!!"