“Why did Father choose you?”
Silence.
The question echoed across existence.
The white girl stood inside the ocean of White Silence.
Her silver eyes shimmered with tears.
Not hatred.
Not rage.
Pain.
Ancient pain.
The kind that had existed for longer than time itself.
The Child of Balance stared at her.
Unable to speak.
The lonely girl looked exactly her age.
Exactly her size.
Yet her presence felt impossibly old.
The First Dream lowered his head.
For the first time—
He looked ashamed.
The Child of Balance slowly turned toward him.
“Father?”
The word slipped out before she realized it.
The First Dream closed his eyes.
The lonely white girl laughed softly.
A heartbreaking laugh.
“There.”
She pointed at him.
“See?”
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“She calls you Father
