Athena was in utter and complete darkness, shy of the sparkling galaxy that shone like diamonds all around. The specs of light moving in myriad shapes, each holding in a voice.
His voice.
Their memories were all around her. Little and pieces that belonged to a different time. A time they probably stole from the clutches of God himself, as destiny made a mockery of him.
She reached out to the star closest to her, feeling the light surround her finger tip. Feeling the rough texture brushing her skin before it burst. The explosion dragged her into a pocket a time, her translucent form wavering between the vast four walls of a room.
She was an illusion here. A spectator. An intruder.
