Before them stood a large bronze gate, its surface weathered by time.
At the center of the gate was a giant bull's head, carved with intricate details. The horns curled threateningly, and the hollow eyes seemed to watch them closely.
This place, whatever it was, had once been home to a civilization with primitive technology.
The rough design and stones of the bull's head suggested it was crafted by hand, not with modern industrial tools or lasers.
Index didn't pay much attention to the design of the structure. Her thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by the mysteries of the void and the conversation they had just shared.
"Let's talk about the child topic later," she was the first to break the silence.
She blushed, and he quickly realized his comment about having a family had probably come across more aggressively than he intended.
They loved each other, yes, but what he said was in a league of its own.
