With her finger touching the Yecine's lips, her Ogre Physique started to unravel her control of her hormones. The final words she meant to speak lost their hypnotic quality, replaced by the monotone of her true voice. Yet, it didn't engage the one listening any less than before - her pigeon blues staring downward, unblinking.
"But even in that death, they give birth to new wonders. The heavy elements and dense essence forged in their cores are scattered across the cosmos along with that light. These seed new worlds and bring new life. Even the violence of their passing can jumpstart the formation of young stars."
The magnificence of so much new progress - even through the eventual end of a lifetime of growth and effort - was displayed in supercuts of her observations of nearby galaxies. Each rebirth paralleled the path of cultivation itself… accumulation towards an ultimate end that leaves an effect on the universe, one way or another.
