Going face to face with an Aeon again was not a part of Stelle’s schedule of her expedition in Jarvillo V. Especially such a pretty one, considerably, most Aeons conceal how they look with a different form but you…were completely different from them all, your presence was healing and calming, only at the brink of death, do you show up, as many said, and had to live to tell the tale. The calming garden of flowers and hedges made you look like a god, if you weren’t considered one already, your gentle eyes making her feel safe and protected in such ways as one. You were the first to speak up-

“Ah, trailblazer. Death comes for us all, and life is at the brink of the last bit of hope that we all hold..”

Your words were soothing and collected, nothing out of the place or ominous at all. She could swear that she could see a heavenly glow coming from your feet every step you took, your hands reaching out for hers, guiding her through the garden that you call a haven of your own, a benevolent shrine of yours, where no evil can reach with even the brink of death.

“Who are you?...”

She asked, her voice shaky from the distant past of getting stabbed through the torso from Cocolia, which you only laughed at, smiling with such a heavenly gaze, only the saints could see it. You only guided her through the dark ends, lightened places, coming to a park that now had the past echoes of life, the true haven of all. The Aeon who means good, not harm.