The mist over the new Eternity seemed alive. It changed depending on what was happening in its heart. Today, it was clear but dense, filled with millions of particles of energy creating countless paths and possibilities. It was an emptiness with immense potential, yet one that required direction, and above all — teaching. Eternity had yet to know what laws would define it, and each new choice became part of what it could become.
Melania stood on a high hill, watching as new worlds unfolded below her. She could feel Eternity trying to understand its new possibilities. She, herself, was the teacher now, but this was no longer just a role; it was a deep immersion into a process that had no end.
“Eternity seeks not just form, it seeks meaning,” Melania said aloud, more feeling it than fully understanding.
Indeed, with each new step, with each new path being laid under her feet, Eternity was faced with a choice. The choice was not just between worlds or time; it was a choice between teachers, between those who could impart the deepest truths. Even she was uncertain who should become this teacher.
Suddenly, Antem approached her. His face was serious, but the same resolve that had helped him stay true to his mission in the darkest times still burned in his eyes.
“You see how it seeks,” he said. “This is not just a desire. Eternity must learn what can give it strength, but also caution. Not everything it chooses will be useful.”
Melania nodded, though she didn’t fully agree. She knew Eternity had every right to choose, even if that choice might not be entirely clear.
“It must choose for itself,” she replied, still watching how the new elements of the world interacted and intertwined. “And we cannot change that. We can only help it see what possibilities exist.”
Antem looked at her intently.
“And who, in your opinion, should be its teacher?” he asked, slightly tilting his head, but not taking his eyes off her face.
Melania pondered. She couldn’t answer that question definitively because Eternity had already chosen, but the choice was still in its hands, and it had to realize that.
“I don’t know,” she said after a pause. “Maybe it’s not just what I can give. It seeks something greater. Perhaps it’s the same teacher who taught Endar. They understand each other. It could be… their path.”
Antem stared at her face, not entirely convinced by her words. He was one of those who could protect Eternity from dangers, but he was unwilling to take on the role of teacher, not wanting to interfere with its choice.
“Endar and his teacher,” he muttered. “That’s an interesting thought. But does Eternity really need such teachers? Wouldn’t that be a path that doesn’t lead to freedom?”
Melania, hearing his question, paused once more. Freedom… That was one of the greatest values of Eternity. But, like everything, it was dual. The choice between freedom and teaching — between remaining independent or learning more.
“I think Eternity needs to learn. It cannot just exist without understanding itself,” she said. “And that won’t interfere with its freedom. It’s help.”
Antem remained silent for a moment, thinking over her words. He understood that Eternity needed to find its own way, and that he and Melania were only part of this process. But was this choice dangerous?
“I’m not sure we have the right to intervene so deeply,” he said finally. “But perhaps you’re right. It will be Eternity’s choice, even if it leads it somewhere unpredictable.”
Melania looked at him, her gaze calm but resolute.
“There are no right or wrong paths,” she said. “There are only those that Eternity chooses. And our role now is not to dictate, but to help it find the best path for it.”
As soon as she finished her thought, one of the energy particles flying around them stopped and formed a silhouette — a shadow resembling a person from another world. It looked as though something had just swirled in its gaze. What could this be?