"Welcome, [Void Eternal],"
At the center of the room stood a single desk, stripped of any papers, pens, or signs that anyone had ever used it. Next to it was a single chair, out of place in the vast, empty space. But then I saw him leaning casually against the desk, as if he'd been waiting there all along.
Orion.
"That name is not one I remember, but maybe i've forgotten," I pulled a chair for myself.
He was a god, or something close enough to it, yet he wore a face I knew—a face from some far-off memory, shifting between different people I'd once known, flickering from one to the next as if he were trying on memories for size.
