While Kafka wrestled with his own confusion, desperately trying to piece together why any of this was happening, Seraphina's voice broke the silence. Calm, measured, yet edged with gravity.
"We don't know exactly when it happened." She began, her eyes narrowing as though replaying the moment in her mind. "But...it was probably when she cried. That one time. After that, she vanished. No one saw her again. She secluded herself completely, and even among the gods, there was silence about her."
"Everyone assumed she was retreating into her grief, dealing with her own emotions. But no one, no one, could have expected what came next."
Kafka's stomach knotted. He already knew where this was going, but he needed to hear it aloud.
Seraphina continued, her lips tightening.
