Eos tilted his head, eyes narrowing, as he recognized that this silence was not empty, instead it seemed to be listening.
"I felt you when Hundun fell," he continued. "The memories of it were able to pass through time and reach me here in the present. That cold cold that was not cold. Still, you do not like to announce yourself, but they all whisper your name, from the Architects to Enoch himself, as if they all fear to speak it aloud, but I do not… End."
Eos waited, but there was no reply, and yet he felt a subtle change in the presence above him, but it did not move closer; it simply became more present, as though the concept of distance had briefly ceased to apply.
He was no longer a being that saw distance like mortals and lesser immortals, but the way End was moving was still a bit alien to his senses.
