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When Phainon landed on a moon in the star system of Asdana, he could only think about one thing: gazing at the condensed memoria that lingered throughout the void. The trailblazers had mentioned a world called Penacony that resided within the star system—a planet of festivities and cheer—and at the time, Phainon had desired to visit the planet for himself, but his status as an emanator would make that difficult to say the least not that he couldn’t force himself in.
This world was desolate compared to Penacony: the surface was rocky and the inhabitants sparse, but thankfully that was not the reason Phainon was here. A while back, a bit after Amphoreus was freed from the grasp of Lygus and made physical, he received a transmission from a fellow emanator and friend of the Astral Express, Acheron, that wanted to meet with him, sending him coordinates.
According to Acheron, this moon was formerly terraformed by processes conducted by the Interastral Peace Corporation, but after a bitter conflict between the corporation and the locals, all remnants of the process were gone, leaving the inhabitants unable to live on the celestial body without extra equipment.
Thus, the moon was sparsely covered in vacuum sealed homes and communal facilities for the residents that remained, and wreckage dotted the landscape.
After arriving at the coordinates provided, he found a small dwelling similar to the other buildings, the only difference being that the building seemed to be a cabin for any travelers that required shelter, the only thing showing the fact was a small box telling any travelers that used the cabin to deposit an amount of credits for the upkeep of the cabin.
Then, after opening the door, he found himself face to face with a long purple haired woman with a crop top.
“Greetings…Khaslana”
“Greetings, Lady Acheron”
“Come on in, then. Have a seat.”
She then ushered him in, revealing a simple one room home with nothing more than a small kitchen, bed, couch, and table.
Following her request, Phainon sat down on the small purple couch located in the house.
…It’s soft
It reminded him of the soft wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae.
I wonder if fields like the ones in Aedes Elysiae exist in other worlds too.
“It’s soft right? I had the same reaction as you.”
Interrupting his train of thoughts was Acheron, holding a tray containing various food items.
“The Trailblazer once told me that you were new to the world outside the specter. Therefore…I have prepared some stone fruits and snacks from across the cosmos.”
“You’re all too kind, Lady Acheron”
“Well…help yourself. I would describe what each of the items are, but all that comes to mind is hazy.”
Phainon looked down at the selection of goodies, scanning the tray for any particularly interesting snacks. Then, shortly after, his eyes finally landed on a package of candy labeled “Sour Dreams”, and after tearing open the package he plopped a piece into his mouth.
It wasn’t sour at all.
In fact, it tasted like ash.
Is this the price of becoming an emanator?
Damn you, Nanook
Then the reliable part of his consciousness stirred
Hey! You’re supposed to be talking with Acheron here!
Right…
“Lady Acheron, why exactly have you called me here?”
Acheron looked at him.
She chuckled.
“I have a proposal for you; would you like to travel alongside me?”
“Lady Acheron, I’m not sure if I’m worthy to travel with someone like you. But I accept your offer.”
She shook her head and looked directly at him.
“Khaslana…I offered this because I believe we share a plethora of things in common. For instance, I too want to kill my Aeon. Therefore, I believe we are on equal footing and are equals in this world.”
“Alright, if you say so…Acheron”
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