"All right. Take care, Orion."
"I will," Orion replied. "Take care as well, ancestor Iyriath Zi'ria."
"I will," Iyriath Zi'ria said softly. Her voice faded, and her presence grew distant, disappearing completely.
Orion closed his eyes briefly, mourning her passing.
Then, he opened them again and looked toward the Mysteries Seed.
After a moment, he turned and gazed at the entirety of the cosmic structure.
On one side stood a cosmic, glistening, crystalline tree. Intertwined with its roots, on the other hand, was an even larger cosmic tree, shimmering with countless hues. Streams of white flames flowed within it, releasing radiant wisps that cloaked its exterior in a blinding brilliance no god would dare to gaze upon directly.
The orientation of the trees could not be defined as up or down, horizontal or vertical—both descriptions were accurate. It all depended on the perspective of the one fortunate enough to witness the breathtaking beauty of the entire cosmic structure.
