Aimou was lost in the darkness, unable to respond to the outside world, only the light in her eyes flickering.
The solitary soul is imprisoned in a dark cage.
Bologue had experienced all this, he knew well the feeling of being alone in the dark, it's not pleasant, especially for the naive Aimou.
"Alright, I understand," Bologue replied.
The glass wall in front of him split open, Belli waited there, and Bologue walked alone into the room.
Bologue circled the glass container, inspecting Aimou, every inch of the mechanical structure reflected in his eyes, Ether flowed across it, weaving a pale blue light trail.
Aimou should have awakened, yet something seems to bind her, erecting a high wall between her and the perception of the outside world.
"Aimou?"
Bologue called her softly, looking somewhat foolish, but this was not a moment to care about foolishness.
