(This is an even much more detailed narration from Kairi, partly because she loves the gacha part... so, you could treat this as what she thinks she is in her own head.)
The departure of Valeria—or Agatha, as her true name resonated within the fundamental code of this world—was not a spectacle. There was no thunderous applause from the heavens, no weeping of the elements, and certainly no dramatic explosion of light to mark the exit of a creator.
Instead, space and time simply folded within the palm of her hand, a tidy collapse of reality that left the air tasting of static and old parchment. One moment, she stood there, a terrifying entity filling the Observatory with a pressure that threatened to turn my bones to powder; the next, she was gone.
The world felt suddenly, agonizingly empty.
But it wasn't the emptiness of a vacuum; it was the clinical, sterilized silence of a stage after the actors had left and the stagehands had finished sweeping.
