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"Thru her eyes, it was past or it was future; I have no notion of it," she continued, her tone tinged with a hint of uncertainty, as if grappling with the elusive nature of time itself. "Perhaps it was even present - depends what you and I call as present." There was a subtle pause, as if inviting Dante to ponder the deeper implications of her words.
"There wasn't exactly a presence of -what you just called 'a calendar' mortals use to track their perishable days- in sight. So, I can not help you in that department. You will have to put together that one by yourself, brother." She smirked thinking of all the hard work he will have to go thru.
As she spoke, Serena's eyes sparkled with an ethereal light, reflecting the secrets of that part of the universe that only she seemed privy to. For there are no deaths in the wondering realm of dreams, hence, Dante had lesser use to be there.
