Moments later, her presence evaporated as if she had never been there.
I stood alone, while the world felt… too quiet.
Mood.
Body temperature.
Emotion.
All of it was merely biological response.
If you know the key — you just open it.
Through chemical compounds,
and information placed
within a framework of space and time.
Maybe… that is why.
This world is too silent.
Too compliant in its stillness.
And I very well know — it definitely is not an accident.
Valeria vanished without a sound.
There was no burst of light, no fracture in space, not even the dramatic resonance that usually accompanied the departure of an entity of her caliber. One second she was there—saturating the room with a pressure that nearly crushed bone—and the next, the world felt… empty.
Not empty in a hollow sense, but empty in a way that was disturbingly tidy.
