"So that's how it is".
Levi's hands rose, fingers brushing the frames resting on his face. The glasses— taken from his previous body rested on the bridge of his nose.
He didn't need them anymore. His sight had sharpened beyond what the lenses were ever crafted for. Yet… he couldn't bring himself to discard them.
He now knew what the secrets the text held.
The text told the story of a civilization, a civilization different from Earth.
The murals told it plain.
There was once a race that served the Mother of Souls. She was not only their goddess— she was a traveler, always moving from place to place.
When she was about to leave, the people begged her to stay. They prayed, wept, and bowed, asking not to be abandoned.
And in her mercy, she listened. She tore one of their continents free and shaped it into a great ship. Upon it, she gathered all who were faithful and took them with her, drifting through the endless skies.
