Creeeak.
The wooden door opened wider.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Not even existence dared to breathe.
A small barefoot stepped out.
Then another.
Everyone stared.
The Child of Balance blinked.
Because standing beyond all things—
Was a little boy.
He looked no older than seven.
Messy black hair.
Bright blue eyes.
Simple white clothes.
No crown.
No armor.
No overwhelming power.
Just a little boy.
And he was yawning.
The Child of Balance tilted her head.
“He looks sleepy.”
Nobody laughed.
Nobody moved.
Aurora had gone pale.
Cain trembled.
The endless eye trembled.
The First Dream froze.
The Creators remained on their knees.
The Devourer lowered his head.
Even the Eaters hid themselves.
The little boy rubbed his eyes.
Then blinked.
And smiled.
A sweet smile.
