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Saying like that, Aquarius Erianto was about to walk away, to walk out of the special mysterious room when suddenly Pisces Erianto clung to his right hand and uttered, “You know what… Uncle Rendy, Uncle Pierre, Uncle Jerome and Uncle Paul ever told me that right now Daddy Eriwan and Daddy Erito are living happily ever after in another realm, in the realm of the violets garden. In fact, Daddy Eriwan never said he’d bring Daddy Erito together with him, Aqua Darling.” “So…?” “It was Daddy Erito who said he couldn’t survive for too long either, when Daddy Eriwan wasn’t by his side anymore… That’s it…” Pisces Erianto showed his steady and courageous smile.

The Earth Year: 2077 Location: American Continent Meoni’s bare toes wiggled in the yellowish fine-grained dirt, her big brown eyes watching with interest and fascination as her delicate and once-clean feet were now coated in dust. She raised her gaze, feeling those warm UV rays generated from their planet’s star caressing her skin as she dared take a few steps forward through the sea of tall and dry-looking sprouts, her fingers reaching out to feel the texture of their stiff-looking leaves and stalks.

Because it’s true. I did agree. The moment I stepped onto this ship. The moment I chose Earth over myself. I exhale slowly. “Yeah,” I admit. “I did.” Silence settles again. Then— “There is one more variable.” I frown. “What variable?” The projection shifts again. This time— It’s not a battlefield. It’s Earth. Specifically— A single point. A location. Moving. Fast. Two figures. Familiar. My chest tightens instantly. Ezra.

Evander POV. Earth, humans, the stupidest species to ever be born, they are officially my least favourite planet, I should just kill them and be over with it, but we are such a damn peaceful planet, we wouldn't do that, until now, I was really tempted to do so. "What's your plan?" Luca asks me. "Kill them all, let the other planet eat them, but they are a great source for littles," I say knowing they are the main source of our little loves.

Aria said, "Port Trinity will become a ghost in a golden jar. The Consensus will pull the soul of this world into the Red Planet, and the Earth will become as silent as the moon." Clara looked at Hope. The daughter who was now the Chief Engineer, the girl who had become the gardener of a living world. "I have to go, don't I?" Clara whispered. "You're a teacher, Mom," Hope said, tears streaming down her face as she gripped her mother’s hands. "You always said the most important lesson is knowing when to move to the next grade. The Earth is the playground. Mars... Mars is the final exam." The Voice in the Void

No better than what I have on my back right now. "Your stuff is crap," I say, eyeing a little kid as he hands over a shovel to a taller man with a stain-covered hoodie. "I expected the Rebels to have better gears. You know, considering your whole 'Get rid of the damn chimeras things and take back Earth' thing. You're going to need more than peashooters to take down their spaceship." "Oh, believe me. We have more. We just have it packed away at the current moment."

He replied and my eyes twitched. Earth? My dream land...

Our newborn daughter, the child of the Tempered Era, was asleep in Killian’s arms, her small, violet ringed eyes closed in a peaceful slumber. Killian pulled me against his chest, his large hand resting on my waist as he looked out at the two worlds we now called our own: the glowing Earth below and the silver moon above. "From the mud to the stars, Elara," Killian whispered, his silver eyes filled with a love that was now as infinite as the sky. "We did more than survive, Killian," I replied, leaning my head against his shoulder as our hearts beat in a single, synchronized rhythm. "We mended the heartbeat of a planet, and now we’re going to teach the galaxy how to sing."

"We’re in the middle of a planetary invasion, and you want a bedtime story?" ​"The Earth is a biological computer," the Ebb explained. "It has processed billions of years of evolution, but it has never processed Synthesis. It doesn't know what it’s like for the Stars and the Soil to love each other. It doesn't know the story of the 'Twins He Never Knew'." ​The Ignition of the Narrative ​Kael stepped toward the door. He placed his hand on Leo’s print. Nora placed hers on the center, and Elia—the daughter of the Stars—placed hers on Mia’s.

A steady drip-drip echoed from somewhere in the greenhouse and the air was growing heavy with pressure. “Okay, okay, stop crying! Stop crying and talk!” he shouted, flustered, waving his arms like he was trying to fan away a thunderstorm. The greenhouse was his life’s work. He could not let it get destroyed. He quickly sat down, hands gripping his knees as he gave the Earth Spirit his full attention. “I can’t promise anything until I hear you out first so hurry, I'm listening.” “I know who the Dark Lord is.” Eron said after a while.