Hermes stood at the edge of the rift.
The trees behind him swayed in a gentle summer breeze, but the wind before him was completely still. The veil shimmered like a curtain made of smoke and water...undulating, rippling, but never fully opening unless you stepped through.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been staring. Seconds? Minutes? Time had already started warping just from standing too close.
Magni was the one to break the silence.
"You're not usually this quiet." He said, hanging upside-down from a branch above, his legs lazily swaying.
Hermes didn't even flinch. "Do you think people can be born without meaning?"
Magni flipped and landed beside him. "All the time! In the Void, there are entire species born by accident. We once had a creature that was just... teeth. No mouth. Just teeth. We called him Gnash."
Hermes chuckled despite himself. "That's terrifying."
