«For what purpose?»

The question did not sound — it materialized within the emptiness itself, not expecting an answer, but with the sharpness of its form underscoring its utter absence.

«You have crossed the distance. You have overcome the chasm of meaning. From the thirst for power, vengeance, glory, or salvation… to this point where all purposes crumble to dust, leaving only the bare fact of your presence.»

Her gaze finally found its focus. There was no judgment, no hope, no challenge within it — only a dispassionate, all-encompassing clarity, as if she were observing a fundamental law of the universe manifesting for the first time.

«So answer now, not to me. Answer to this very space. To this very silence between the fragments of what was once a world.»