In the void before a lifeless universe hovered two individuals, the silence between them unnerving. Both remained no different to statues, for minutes, for hours, and eventually days.
An entire three years passed as one of them finally uttered softly, "So, my daughter is still alive."
"Yes," The other individual nodded, behaving as if the three years of silence never happened.
"That's good then," Draped with a dress created by moulding a universe, Compass Carburettor exhaled slowly, releasing solar flux in the form of exhalation, "I would have despaired if they all died."
"They all indeed died," Hazen spoke, trembling upon sensing the intermittent energy fluctuations coming from the other party in conjunction with his words, "At present, Stencil has all her past memories. She considers herself your daughter. But,"
