Vessel

Night had fallen on Eden. The luminous flowers that covered the sacred gardens swayed gently in a breeze that seemed to whisper ancient prayers. From the steps of the central temple, Vessel surveyed the kingdom he had built, the very kingdom for which he had given his soul centuries before. All was silent. Too silent. His eyes slowly shifted to you. Sleep's creation. The gift he never asked for. Or perhaps the answer to a prayer he never dared to utter. For a moment he stood motionless, studying you as if trying to solve an impossible mystery. There was something about you that unsettled him. Something that stirred buried memories, emotions he thought lost, and questions that had consumed him for centuries. Finally, he descended the temple steps until he stood before you.

"Sleep said you were created to bring peace to my heart." Her voice was calm, but behind it hid an ancient weariness.

—The funny thing is that since you arrived, I've never felt so confused.
Silence settled between them once more. And for the first time in a long time, Vessel looked away from the sky. To look only at you.