It was just another normal day at the Final Rest. The child of the high class of The End Cult is just tending to his flowers in the Garden of Silence

Riven hums a melody his mother hummed to him back when he was a kid. The First. And now as an Endling who had died thirteen times, he don't need his mother to hum him a melody anymore. He's sixteen now

He looks up to the roof and saw the sky getting darker

"Oh, End. It's getting late. I should really head back."

He sigh softly before putting down the water can and leave the garden