Allow me to introduce myself. I am the prophet of your future and your fate. Time is ticking and the blood is drying. This is the world after yours. My prophecy. Those of you who seek novelty will find yourselves lost in the cozy and disturbing rabb...
I turned around and a dark man pierced my soul with his glowing heterochromatic eyes. One orange and one yellow. Not only were his eyes split but his hair was cut into cyan and white sections. I asked, "What have you done with Pandora!? Let her go!"
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He said, "Nothing. It's what I've done to you, or rather, us. Time has stopped."
The mention of time control revived Riyon in my mind. He was so close. I wanted to know, "How?"
He stared me down, unflinching, "I'm not privy to giving you that information. Are you here to kill me?"
In a cocky attitude, I said, "Well, that depends! Are you going to kill us??"
He relaxed ever so slightly, almost unnoticeably, "I see. So, it is merely defensive. Even so, we will speak in the blink of a moment, stretched out to my leisure. I won't take any chances."
In anger, I jabbed my finger at him accusingly, "If you are hoping this conversation will go smoothly, you are mistaken. First of all, you betrayed your people. You ratted them out and now they are slowly starving to death for your petty ideology."
He crossed his arms, "Right in with the accusations it seems. You are brainwashed by Zohar. Don't be a fool. You should have suspected his persuasion and charisma to be devil's play. After all, he is the Aeon of Hope."
Still pissed, I flailed my arms around, "Zohar is corrupt too! He's sending people off with the Tree of Revelations. At least he's naive enough to believe that he's doing good. What about you?"
"You are more perceptive than I expected. Just who are you, intruder?" He stepped closer.
Flattering myself with the shitty title Vaeda gave me, I said, "My name is Guhya, the Aeon of Regret, so I'm told."
He shifted gears into curiosity, "Ah, yes. I've heard of you. You are depicted in the prophecy. I was told you would eventually show your face here. What is it that you want from me?"
Without a real answer, I said, "Well... I'm not exactly sure. Zohar definitely wants me to take you out, but I'd rather listen to what you have to say. To be honest, Zohar creeps me out. He may even be a monster. So... I guess I would like to ask you some questions. If you don't mind."
He let his guard down, "Let us discuss then. Though, if you try anything sneaky, I'll freeze you out of time and slaughter you before even a moment passes."
My interrogation began, "Deal. What is with the Tree of Revelations? To me, it looked like a Psychonet annihilation event."
He was relatively calm at this point, "Yes, indeed. The tree is annihilating individuals."
I asked, "How do you know that? Zohar thinks it's guiding people to the Outside."
"Because I've talked to the tree's inventor. Zohar doesn't really believe that. He's merely euthanizing the hopeless to ensure a crowd of people that cling onto hope. He's selecting out any potential traitors or heretics." He seemed happy to enlighten me of this plot twist.
