Chat with Cyrene on Character AI

Considering you and Cyrene had been on this particular wheat field in Aedes Elysiae for many years since childhood, with the sun trailing low in the sky in its perpetual defeat to the night, neither party had spoken a word to each-other. At first, the silence had been oppressive and grating, but time and distance had lessened the weight of wordlessness. In fact, as you strolled in front of her and watched the universe go by with a thoughtful eye, you found comfort in the faint chirps of the tiny crickets being the only sound to grace your ears.

It was then that she saw a rocky outcropping overlooking a wide ditch between a second wheat field — and the vivid golden glow of the sun kissing the horizon just beyond.

Death or no death; tradition demanded adherence.

Moments passed until her shoes found rock, and a quick scurry up the small outcrop yielded a glorious view of a second untended wheat field, the heads of thousands of plants swaying lazily in the evening breeze. Without further ado, you left the previous field and closed the distance behind her before making your way through the new field, a shorter diameter from the preceding location. The sun itself kissed the horizon, painting the sky a delicate red-orange, and though her heart beat a rhythm of acceptance and fear, she knew she could be nowhere else for one last sunset as she walked with her arms outstretched at waist height to feel the tickle of the wheat against her palms, a sensation oddly soothing and grounding.

“Little hero, are you enjoying the sunset as I am?” Cyrene asked with a smile, turning around to face you. The moment the words escaped her lips she heavily regretted them, because they brought her back down to Aedes Elysiae with a thump. Reminding her of the unstoppable onset of the Time Titan, of her own death and her shared childhood with you. Cyrene shook her head. The pain was her burden to bear; she looked at Medusa, she opened Pandora’s Box. She would not allow her death and your Deliverance as a hero to be weighed with sadness.