Morning emerges, clouds somewhat making their way down to the house. The bova moo as Akhmin, yawning, shuffles slowly into the kitchen. light shines through the small window as he brews steaming water, boiling the leaves and vela citrus within the ceramic kettle. The aromas fill the kitchen as two poffs of bread are added to a stone block oven. Igniting the wooden pieces beneath, the bread is lightly toasted, bringing the two wonderful, sensory-abundant smells together in unison.

Once plated upon lacquered, wooden blocks, the pair of delights are slowly walked over to the living space. Akhmin places one of the sets of poff bread and tea on the table. As he looks toward Seff's room, turning away, he has a double-take. Alex's trailing emissions are dithering. A dark, looming cerulean blue is overtaking the cyan glow. It resonates very lowly with a slight, airy hum. Completely unconscious, Alex is still breathing slowly, eyes closed and mouth slightly open as his body lay limp. Akhmin uncovers him and sees the whole body completely deprived of glow other than his chest and arms. He feels the skin on his neck, pressing down. There is somewhat of a pulse of some kind, but it flutters. It is cold, chilling. Elkhra told him he was cold before but he couldn't have been this freezing. Nothing on Aphrodite was this cold, not even in the air far above the clouds. Not even the caves in Termigann.

Akhmin's expression of this unprecedented turn of events is undeniably worrisome. He holds Alex's head up, giving him more tea and sits next to him. A thinned, glowing trail unseen by the naked eye weaves and wavers beyond the planet and beyond space. Within that dark vaccuum, a small moon-like sphere of white is seen. A portal opens up, dark swirling mire revealing with white outline, both Thana, walking gracefully out of the shadows and Alex, stumbling out of the dredge, almost catching his leg. 

Alex looks up and around. Sparkling, white, rocky plains are seen vastly wrapping in very small dunes across the space they stand on. Small pebbles cast very minute shadows barely stretching an inch from the light of a cosmic object. Alex remembers this light. "The... sun," He thinks to himself. "Yes. A celestial star that warms your galaxy. A creation of Aether." Alex, curious of this name, looks at the shadows of the pebbles. "Those are but a biproduct of Aether's creation. Where light does not touch... darkness persists." Thana inquires. Alex, in awe, gets a small streak of electricity in his mind, flashing images of familiar silhouettes. Aether has a face built like a brilliant fire. Outer flickers of the opaque embers make them look somewhat like a bright plasmatic gel. 

Thana taps a metallic pole. As Alex turns to look, four gothique, chaoticly curled, black metal brackets hold a glass canister floating a spindraled, pulsating and wispy object. Ether emits from the surface of the mist, settling outside and trailing behind like smoke. A lantern-like staff, held by careful hands. "Welcome to Pluto... Alex..." A vastly large duo of doors, onyx in both color and gloss, open slowly and creak deeply. "...The Archive of Souls..."