A large white room, spotless. Completely bare, except that in its centre stands a writing desk, scrolls and tomes messily strewn about on it, as if in protest against the room's lifelessness. At the desk sits a girl, barely in her twenties, wearing a clean, white robe. She is busily scribbling in the margins of one of the numerous scrolls on the desk.
> You are now Ani.
You most certainly are not, writes the girl, being very careful to keep moving her head as if to keep her face away from an unseen observer inside the white room. All the time she continues writing.
I am well-aware of your presence and influence, for better or worse. Do not understand me wrong, I am equally well-aware of my part in this project - this world is my home, after all, and I do not want it to wither and die like so many others have.
The girl puts down her pen, rubs her wrist, then picks up the pen again and continues writing.
I will not interfere with you. Heaven help me, I do not think that I could if I wanted to. What I will, however, do, is attempt to keep track of cause and effect. With your ability to... move around as you do, this could be important.
She runs her left hand through her hair a few times, but it only makes it even more of an unruly mess.
This particular point in time is of interest. You must understand - I may know everything, but it does not mean that I can immediately draw conclusions from the data I have. Here, however, I've finally connected the disappearance of a large section of Creation with what you are involved in right now - Are's interference with the Orrery. I suspect the reason that you and I are able to interact right now is because Fate is reorganising itself, leaving Creation in a peculiar limbo-state.
Having filled up the margins of one scroll, the girl picks another at random and continues as if she never stopped.
Are will never learn of the consequences of her actions at this point, but they will be addressed later on.
The girl turns her face just enough that her mischievous smile can be seen. She begins writing slowly and deliberately, spending long seconds on each letter, as if waiting for some unseen timer to run out.
Beware th
