"Remember, try not to make a sound."
"If I want you to do something, I'll tell you directly, without expecting you to respond to my requests."
...
Following behind Theia along a small path through the sea of flowers.
Keenly aware of the other's warning, Demeter followed closely.
The floral fragrance around was intense. Walking here, she had a feeling of bathing in sunlight.
Carefully observing everything around, the Goddess of Agriculture recalled her earlier question.
What does it mean not to make a sound? Is there danger here that will come seeking her voice?
"I don't know either, because I still can't be sure what the danger here actually is."
The Goddess of Light answered her this way.
"It's just that someone once reminded me, for certain domains, information itself is also a way to convey its existence."
"Just like for such an inconceivable existence as the world, life and death themselves are merely descriptions of a state."
