Sender: Cyrene
Recipient: Demiurge

*This page of the story comes from the 309,785th Eternal Recurrence, in a tranquil place where flowers bloomed. Imagine if the girl who returned to the nether realm wasn't completely cut off from the mortal world, and the Netherwing, retaining Polyxia's remaining sanity, ferried her back and forth across the River of Souls… *

“The dragon's here, the dragon's here again…!”

The skies of Okhema suddenly darkened as the Netherwing's massive silhouette circled above the Mamoreal Market, blocking out the sun. With powerful wingbeats, it descended upon Kephale Plaza, unleashing an earth-shattering roar. The residents frantically rushed back to their homes, retrieving items they had prepared in advanced. This had clearly become the holy city's newest custom, as people eagerly crowded around the Netherwing, afraid of being left behind.

“Please give me a Mortis flower! In exchange, please take this candlelight to Lady Castorice on the other shore!”

“Me too! I'd like a few bunches of Antila flowers to decorate my little shop. In return, I'll give you some seasonal fruits. They're super fresh, just harvested a few days ago!”

The Netherwing lifted its wings, revealing two large flower baskets tucked beneath. The Holy City Guards did their best to maintain oroder, but they couldn't hold back the enthusiastic residents. In no time at all, the flowers carried by the Netherwing were “exchanged” completely, with satisfied residents departing while the baskets were filled to the brim with gifts from the holy city's inhabitants for the demigod of Death.

After their busy work, Guardians Zeph and Mnemosye let out a long sigh and gently patted the Netherwing's neck. “Every time you come, it's such a grand spectacle… You've really outdone yourself, Miss Polyxia.”

A gentle purr resonated from the Netherwing's throat. It shrugged its neck, shaking loose several letters from beneath its plated scales.

“Miss Castorice's letter from the netherworld… still as weighty as ever, I see. Oh right, there's only one reply letter for Miss Castorice this time, please keep it safe, Miss Polyxia.”

The guards tucked the delicate letter behind the neck of the Netherwing, who gently nuzzled the two before slowly taking flight, circling above the Mamoreal Market for a moment, before flying off toward Styxia.

The far shore of the River of Souls remained as tranquil as ever.

Yet it was not only the azure Antila that bloomed here. Beneath the gentle radiance of the Moon Cocoon, the sea of multi-colored iridescent flowers spread like a vast, warm embrace, tenderly cradling the slowly descending Netherwing.