Darkness and light no longer exist as mere concepts but as tangible, gaseous substances that float and swirl in their respective domains. The darkness feels heavy, oppressive, almost viscous as it oozes through the air. In contrast, the light is effervescent, sparkling with an otherworldly energy that seems to whisper in a Man's era.
Amidst this surreal environment stand two figures: Aether, As Aether moves, his form shifts and spikes in response to his emotions, sending ripples through the gaseous light around him.
Ghost's voice cuts through the swirling ether, vibrating with ancient wisdom. "Aether," Ghost started, the voice slow and somehow vibrating in the void, "How were you when you were alive?" They continue, their form undulating with curiosity, "Your title skill doesn't just come from you being a prodigy? If so, then technology really advanced..."
