[center][i][color=000000]Three of One. Curator of Eternity, I have come.[/color][/i]

 The voice that echoed through Eternity was not that of Origin, as she was still attempting to wrap her intellect around the nigh-unfathomable shift in her realm; the shift that had occurred within herself. She feared for the worst, the shiver that ran through her obvious to the strange light that was coalescing before her. Strange, she noted, that her vision seemed much more limited in the roiling, inky shadows of Eternity. Stranger still was that she had shivered...she had never before held the means to express herself in such a way; though it seemed, now, that she was possessed of a representation within her own realm...a body, of sorts. A darker dread began to settle in as she lifted hands to her face and strained against the chromatic intruder's glaring formation. 

 She had never before been forced to materialize within Eternity, since Kanys had sundered her upon his birth. Whatever it was that now arranged its self before her was incredibly powerful, though she suspected that it was not an entirely malign entity. Yet, now stood, as she had appeared in a form that had almost been lost to her unending memories. Origin directed her eyes downward, observing the body-her body-that had undoubtedly been formed from her understanding of herself. As such, it was an imperfect thing; gaps appearing within her radiance, filled with small flickers of static that waxed and waned in size...stretching over her porcelain lambency in waves, then receeding into small puddles. This was all very, very wrong.

 [i][color=808080]Who are you, stranger? The fact that I do not know this is unsettling...much as my current situation is. I would like an explanation.[/color][/i]

 The light before her expanded, countless hues of red and blue screaming across its surface as the ball became something humanoid. Much like herself, it did not have discernible facial features; but, Origin could feel that the similarities between them were truly scarce. Finally, it settled into the form of what she guessed to be a man; taller than she and more broad, lit crimson and azure from within. A strobing man-shaped hole in Eternity. 

 [i][color=000000]It was not my intent to perturb, though I knew the possibility existed. I have drawn you into your incomplete form to allow us to communicate. I had not expected your degeneration to be so advanced. My apologies.[/color][/i]

 His voice did not echo through Eternity as Origin's did, but sounded clear and potent nonetheless. Each syllable was accompanied by the pulsing of his outline, stretching into bizarre spikes and flailing tendrils. His strangely flat inflection gave her a sense of familiarity. She stepped forward, a small ripple of white light traveling a short way outward from each gentle touch of her feet against the "floor". Perhaps, she wondered, she had received such a guest in the past. There were few who could insert themselves into her realm, much less force Eternity and Origin into existence for a conversation.

 [i][color=000000]I am an Emissary, Origin. My arrival here serves as a catalyst; precipitating a sequence of events that may prove favorable to the improvement of your current state. I will refrain from answering any questions, as my responses and subsequent explanation may quickly become superfluous.[/color][/i]

 She felt small, when in this form. Much more comfortable was her usual state, that which allowed her to survey all of her empty realm with a cursory glance. It almost made her feel like a child, again, though she had never [i]truly[/i] been such a thing. It did not help that this Emissary made her feel incredibly ignorant of what was to transpire. While distant familiarity had eased her earlier dread, Origin was not entirely ready to accept this anomaly as entirely friendly. Rarely did those who sought Origin out have kind designs in mind for her. There were too many unknowns with the situation for her to be anything but cautious. This was certainly an event she had yet to encounter; perhaps the cog she had felt fall from its place, earlier. 

 [i][color=808080]Forgive me Emissary, but I do not understand the meaning of this. I was unaware of your existence, until you brought me here. Being ignorant is not something I am familiar with, so forgive my trepidation in accepting your words at their apparent value.[/color][/i]

 The other pulsed steadily, but did not respond; waiting for her to continue. Despite her words, there was something familiar about the situation...perhaps even familiar about her visitor. She briefly considered the possibilities, slipping more easily from thoughts of the disconcerting Emissary and into her more natural mode of contemplation. As usual, she found the information was already buried within her; though she felt certain that it had been obscured to her a moment before. The machine, it seemed, had a hand in this as well. Silence lingered between the two, though she felt that this Emissary understood well enough what she was thinking; how she had given herself to the stream of information presenting its self.

 [i][color=808080]You serve a dual purpose in being here, I have come to understand. You are to ensure that Eternity exists in perpetuity, defying the disability inflicted upon me by my sundering. As you maintain that function, you are to serve as my window to Aedrasil. While fulfilling these roles, you also will act as a barrier to those who would enter Eternity without my consent. I see that, now. I have been anticipating your arrival for some time, though I was not aware of that desire.[/color][/i]

 [i][color=000000]I was not aware that you had desires, Origin. What information I was gifted with was unfortunately scant. I am merely aware of my purpose...and to some extent, the future that awaits you; or, at the least, my own involvement in it. It is my imperative desire that you accomplish this future. You will find my functionality to be quite diverse, once I have acclimated to your empty realm.[/color][/i]

 Origin smiled inwardly. Emissary expanded outward, losing the humanoid form he had adopted; becoming much similar to the swirl of colors that she had viewed those she knew had importance to the cyclical future of Aedrasil. Indeed, Origin could see into Emissary. Eternity was still dark around them, but her new companion provided a much clearer image than what she was accustomed to. Faces and figures filled her vision, vibrant in their mortality and defined far more than the smoke-effigies she had crafted before. The Lunar Festival had yet to begin, in their frame of time; meaning that their journey was only beginning. 

 So, too, did she think that her own journey would begin alongside the yet-to-be heroes.[/center]