Centuries, decades, years, and days have passed. The concept of time has lost its meaning as it goes on. It flies so quickly that Aha barely manages to know when.
The period that Aha travelled over this enormous cosmos, visiting different planets in an effort to search for things that might spark enlightenment within them. From blowing up Akivili's train to turning a worm into an emmanator.
Good times.
The brief thrill in their matra, the emotion taking control, Aha hears himself making a beautiful sound. And Aha can't get enough of it.
Tricking people has been enjoyable, the reactions from left to right, all of them brings enough jitters inside Aha's empty chest.
Entertainment and mischief go hand in hand. Aha belives those are the components to evoke happiness, it is inevitable to view them apart.
Again and again, they strived hard to attain the joyous feat, the chuckle, the cackle, the titter.
Anything! Just to hear beautiful melodies, singing woes of joy in their ears.
Aha was addicted.
While traveling in pursuit of happiness, causing all the ruckus and troubles in every planet they stopped by. Someone like him cant be halted in doing whatever they please. They're an unstoppable force going in a high speed.
Aha thought it will go on for amber eras, they never really found a reason to stop.
Not until, Aha visited an isolated planet.
Aha chose it randomly, thinking it would be nice to see how a fallen planet looks like from the ground.
In their surprise, Aha saw chuckles in the dreadful setting. Away from the jokes, the schemes, and the pranks. Little ones grinned and rejoiced without those. The hightened excitement overflowing from their hearts and bursting as they feel elated in small things they receive, it was... beautiful.
To savor each and every moment, to feel happiness in small things and to live in the present.
Aha found himself questioning his existence.
If Aha is indeed the aeon of elation, how come they can't feel the same emotion? How can a mortal have pure happiness out of nothing?
Aha can't seem to wrap their head around it.
Perhaps it's their cracking soul, worming its way out as they continue to blend in with humans. The more Aha sees, the more... it hurts.
For an Aeon who lived the shortest, they've only seen a quarter of what the other Aeons did. Yet, here is Aha, crumbling, slowly losing themselves.
Maybe the other Aeons were right, Aha is way too weak to take the title.
Aha drifted from the other Aeons.
Aha realized how the other Aeons are dead shells, waiting to erode. Even though they are driven by their beliefs, what's more into it except death? Maybe that's the reason why none of them are stopping Nous in his mission. They are waiting for Nous to come.
A sick play, a thoughtless neutrality. Aha is sure the people who believe in Aeons must have thought Aeons can't hinder the other Aeons ploy. Giving someone power to send to the battlefield and letting them decide whether they could save their own kin from a stellaron or not? Ha! It's bullshit. They are letting mortals decide for their own fate not because they are as benevolent as the mortal thinks they are, no. It's because Nous is too strong to stop. The other Aeons mostly have defensive skills while the others are more philosophical like Aha's path. Hence, combating against destruction is something near impossible unless Qlipoth or HooH decides to intervene.

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