At first Eve was unaware of the presence of another.

Lying pregnable and alone in the vast darkness of the Turn, she was preparing her nexus for much needed regeneration. 

It was only after an elegant shiver of energy rippled through her space that she realized that she was being visited by a vapor.

Eve had learned many lessons as a Younger listening to the tales told by the Spinner of Futures. One of them that she remembered vividly was about transient spirits, called vapors.

The sensation was exactly as the Spinner foretold. Since vapors were without form, the only way to know for sure that a visit was about to happen was to feel the ripple of introduction.

Eve gathered herself and waited. She did not realize that her natural apprehension to new experiences prolonged the overture to the greeting. Like herself, vapors were cautious. 

Failure to bond with their mission brought with it the ultimate sacrifice - dissolution.

Deep into the Turn the vapor finally approached. Eve felt the touch, ever so gently as the vapor surrounded and enveloped her. A spectrum of emotions flooded her being and then subsided.

Eve felt a deep sense of contentment as the joining commenced. A sweet calm cascaded through her nexus; it was welcome and soon she let herself become ungathered upon her perch in the center.

For what felt like the duration of a full Turn, a soft flutter rippled through her. And then the delicate throb subsided. The joining had been consummated.

It was several nanos later when an auditory image appeared in the form of a whisper, soft and soothing.

“I am Murmur. I am with you.”