Aronaya’s love calls to him from deep within the infinite darkness, that unknown and unseen part of himself, from where she quietly arises appears behind and to his left.

Her story echoes through him. He knows he doesn’t know. He can only show fragmented reflections, and hope that you can see her within you, too.

If enough of us see, and feel, then maybe he can reunite.

He knows, too, this is futile. He cannot hope to control her appearance; in fact, his foolish masculine assurance is how he lost her to begin with.

His only way is to step into the Void, blind and terrified.