After Author's presence disappeared, Minx tilted her head as she spoke to them.
Minx tilted her head slightly as she looked at the two primordial beings standing on opposite sides of the neutral space.
Her small, childlike form seemed almost insignificant between them, yet her presence carried an undeniable weight.
She spoke first, her voice light and playful, yet carrying an ancient undertone.
"This is not the first time I've spoken to you," she said, swinging her legs gently as she sat at the table.
"Though I doubt you remember. I was there at the very beginning… when you were just starting to take shape."
The Mother and the Father both turned their attention fully toward her.
The Mother's radiant form glimmered with curiosity, while the Father's absence seemed to expand, the void around him growing denser and more oppressive.
"Who are you, child?" the Mother asked, her voice warm yet commanding, resonating like the birth of stars.
