A light between Rose and Silver rose for a moment in reality a reality that held its breath, expectant of what would happen. Shapes shifted without knowing what to become, until a whisper granted them form, dictating their own shape as if telling the world that only their opinions mattered.
The sea fell silent for an instant in which the waves ceased so abruptly that it would be recorded in history. The wind stopped, unsure if passing through would be a good idea. The brief sounds of the fauna were silenced by a primordial fear toward something incomprehensible. In the human subconscious, a faint sound of shattering crystal was heard—perhaps announcing the arrival of the lord of eras in one of his many forms, or maybe the arrival of something else? Only those beings who stand beyond mortals would know.
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When they opened their eyes, they gazed at the world. It was not the sight they were used to not at least one of the parts that composed them. The scattered currents of energy, the light itself bending as it entered the planet, the electron field in the air, the magnetic field, as well as the secrets of mind and fate all opened before their eyes.
The infinite possibilities of life, how everything was so connected yet so dispersed, how every small action could or could not become something more. The part of her of them cried at what they now understood: a world so chaotic it was beautiful.
They spoke, although a feminine voice was the one that emerged, as if only one of the two halves of the whole were speaking while the other listened for sometimes, in a conversation, listening is the best thing you can do.
"So this is your way of seeing the world?" she asked while her gaze remained fixed upon the stars in the sky. She awaited a response from themselves—or from him.
"Yes," he said, the only thing he spoke, in a more androgynous voice, almost computerized, answering themselves with a clear tinge of secrecy, for a conversation so unique was not exempt from the eccentricities of their creators.
"It's a beautiful way to see the world," she said while adjusting to her new form. As if the very desire to see themselves were answered by the capricious reality they inhabited, a mirror materialized out of nothingness. The masculine side did not use that supernatural energy for anything, while the feminine side wouldn't know how to. It was simply reality bending to their will.
When they looked at themselves, they saw only what they were: a union of two beings that were one, an impossibility in a form as unreal as it was real for only they decided what they were, what they would be, as well as their own destiny.
Muted pink hair extended long down their form, drawing grooves of roses increasingly intricate, in impossible patterns. Their height reached the sky itself, yet still remained human—like seeing an impossible tower. Their eyes held three pupils each: one a brilliant pink, one the color of platinum, and the last a hypnotic blend of both. Their face was completely a mixture of features—his determined gaze, her softness in the lines—it was as if a painting had come to life, and since they saw themselves thus, then that was what they were in the most literal sense, as well as the greatest metaphor. Their clothes were a clear combination of what they had before: black pants like the night, a black T-shirt with reflected stars upon it, layered over a shirt of purest white.
She laughed a little, while he only raised an eyebrow.
They felt like one and like something more but this was set aside by her surprise. She remembered for a moment why they were like this in the first place; she smiled while she spoke to him.
Unanimously, they decided to go where she wanted to go. Their forms took the few things that belonged to them, looking toward a specific direction.
They ran quickly, yet arrived much later, as if reality could not discern such beings for they made no sense, nor did any of their actions. Whether hours or seconds had passed, they were now standing before her door, ready to surprise them. She was happy with their situation, making the world bloom even where plants did not grow, where there was no life for a second, the universe was happy while he smiled with that supernatural gleam that hid a mischievous delight, sending a laugh spreading through the cosmos as if the greatest joke had been told to all.
Not wanting to ruin their own surprise, they erased that moment from history—for what's the point if everyone knows they were there? With a gentle touch they opened the door, one of their hands offering a gesture of courtesy while the rest of her stepped inside, thanking themselves. A small laugh escaped them before she spoke.
There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, as she looked at her teammates while he smiled internally, still colluding with the joke.
"Hi girls, I suppose you'll notice we look a bit different," she said aloud, pointing at herself under the stunned, almost frozen stares of her teammates.
The first to react was Garnet, who almost unfused before stabilizing. The second was Pearl, who fainted which is impossible for a gem—but since they were everything here, Pearl did not faint, but remembered fainting. Amethyst dropped the drink in her hands, her gaze drifting off.
The first to speak was Pearl, who recomposed herself.
"H-how is this possible?" she said, her voice caught between fear, disgust, and an inexplicable sense of having expected this. She whispered something so faint that one of them had been waiting for it: "I-it shouldn't happen again, not with her…" she said, losing her tone, while the feminine half took a bit of control for she did not want the one she saw as a mother to feel sad.
"I don't know. Well—Nora doesn't know, but Adrian does. I only know that everything is possible as long as it can be imagined, for limits are set only by the mind," they said, taking Pearl's hands, their voice like a calm chant to her, even though she remained worried underneath. But what was her distress against what they demanded to happen? Only a faint resistance.
Garnet stepped in between them with a broken smile happy and worried, but above all, happy.
"I know you probably already know what I'm about to say, but I need to say it," she sighed before gathering the courage to tell them something important something that would remain with them for a long time. "You are an experience. A conversation. Neither Nora nor Adrian, but something new. So I urge you to be a good experience," she finished with the wisdom that characterizes her, before stepping aside and taking the stunned Pearl with her.
We turned to a very expectant Amethyst, who looked at us with that longing—one she wanted to fulfill. Perhaps an emotional issue of her own? he said, offering an idea to her, who didn't know it.
"It's amazing, guys!" she said as she inspected us, hiding something—not in her voice, but in her mind. "So, have you thought of a name for the fusion?" she exclaimed, this time without that underlying melancholy, for secrets were not hidden from them.
"Mmm, actually we haven't thought of anything yet," we answered as one of our hands rested in a clear gesture of thinking before speaking. "Any suggestions?" we said, awaiting the storm of answers from Amethyst, while feeling more at peace than before with everything.