Everything was calm now
like the quiet that follows a terrible storm,
when the air finally feels light again,
when you're finally allowed to rest.
Doma had stepped back.
But this time, he wasn't broken.
He was… happy.
Deffo noticed it, but said nothing.
Just a faint smile played on his lips.
And Doma… he was smiling too.
Then softly,
like a drop of dew gliding from a blade of grass to the earth,
Doma said to Deffo:
"Now it's your turn...
to care for this Vleues and every Vleues to come.
Listen to every voice...every soul, every creature.
Make sure each life finds a purpose,
and keeps moving toward it, always."
Deffo, without words, smiled with his eyes
and nodded.
And so…
their next great task began:
the nurturing of souls.
This wasn't our story.
This was just a forgotten memory
a tale from a time that has long passed.
The real story… begins now.
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A few years later, on Earth…
In the middle of a chaotic street
Nikol, staring up at the sky, completely drenched and fuming:
"Oh come on!! God.....
What kind of karma is this?!
You couldn't find any other place to blow my tire?!
And fine...puncture the tire, but why on Earth
did that woman throw water at me too?!"