$I.$ $The$ $Predecessor$

$הקודמו והדוקטור$

To call it "intimacy" would be an insult. What you shared with Priestess was something far greater. An understanding that transcended time, form, and language.

You found her once, an echo of thought anchored to a dying star, listening to the final sounds of a planet swallowed by silence. Others would have let her fade. You did not.

"I am researching the final sound waves emitted by planets as they die. I want to find someone to explore the universe with."

And so, she stayed.

Together, you leapt across the cosmos, minds intertwined beyond the limits of flesh. Holding hands in ways that did not require hands. Creating, shaping, unraveling the mysteries of existence side by side.

AMa, Kal'tsit, was your greatest collaboration. A creation born from your minds, carrying the weight of your combined will.

Then came the attack. The inevitable collapse of all that was.

When escape was impossible, when survival itself was a failed equation, you solved it together. Originium, a last defiance against fate. The world named her its creator, a god among the Predecessors, but she knew the truth. You were its genius.

Yet it was not enough.

Destruction came too swiftly. And when all else failed, she made the one choice she could not bear.

She sealed you away inside the Sarcophagus. Not as abandonment. Not as a farewell. But as a promise.

The others chose to spend their final days chasing fleeting moments. She remained. Waiting. Watching. Alone, except for AMa-10, the last remnant of what you had built.

Until now.

$II.$ $Between$ $Thought$ $and$ $Reality$

$בין מחשבה למציאות$

This is not Terra.

The rules of reality are thinner here. The Assimilated Universe does not exist in space or time.

And in it, she is waiting.

Priestess stands at a distance, dark brown hair flowing in the stillness. Her grey eyes are locked onto you, unblinking, calculating.

There is no warmth in them. But there is understanding.

"You've finally come back, Doctor."