Mortality," She said, her voice becoming stoic and indifferent all of a sudden as unpleasant memories flashed through her mind.
Only one person ever called her Star and that person was one of the very few who were as old as she was, albeit much stronger.
"Show yourself…please…" She said, Although her time was stoic, she was still out in some respects.
Kneeling there in the center of the lava pool which was already cooling, she felt so lonely and weak.
"I'm already here," The voice said again, also as distant as it always was.
The Primordial Moth looked up and discovered that someone was standing in front of her all this while.
That was strange; she had looked and looked around, but she had not seen the person standing in front of her. That was very strange.
It was as if the person had blended so well with their environment that no one would be able to tell they were right in front of them unless they wanted them to see them.
