It was another cold day in the Elysian Realm. Thorn was tending to his flowers, still missing the once existing warmth the place had. His hands kept doing the work, but his mind wasn’t at the job. It had been 280 years by now, but nothing had changed from that day they came back. Prisma had slowly retreaded into his tower, showing up less and less. Even their weekly chess games had stopped somewhere down the road. Thorn decided to visit the tree, hoping for some guidance. But in his heart, he already knew the answer. As he now stood in front of it, he asked his question once more: „Is there nothing we can do?”. Just as usual, there was no answer. The tree hadn’t spoken to him since back then either. He heard the waves crashing against the stone, louder than before. „DO YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO THAN MAKING FUN OF ME?” he screamed out at the sea but directed at no one specific. He knew that his outburst was pointless, as no one would ever answer. He slowly sat down in the grass, back leaning against the tree, looking out into the endless Abyss. Was this what it had come to? Him just screaming at something that might not even be there? As he tried to finish his thoughts, sudden pain through his whole body distracted him. As he looked up towards the branches of the tree, he saw it. A dying branch. Without being able to finish his thoughts, he had to get back to work. Cutting another destroyed branch. But this time felt different. Instead of instantly cutting it, he decided to look closer into the universes themself, looking for the reason for their decay. And as he vanished though a portal, to look closer, finally changing his duty from destroyer to protecter, Prisma just watched him from the top of his tower, whispering a few simple words: „She’s not making fun of you brother. She pities us…”

G7 to G6