Vanitas's eyes flickered faintly as she continued, her voice almost distant, as if she was dragging memories out from a place she'd rather keep buried.
"After the universe placed you in my belly, Kafka...after I was finally pregnant with you, carrying primodorial energy beyond measure, I knew it was only a matter of time before you came into the world."
"And you see, normally, when a True God gives birth, a phenomenon occurs. Sometimes golden rain falls in the heavens, sometimes celestial flowers bloom from the clouds, sometimes a chorus of voices echoes through the realms."
"And the greater the phenomenon, the greater the child's potential. It is said to be a reflection of the future strength of that newborn."
Her lips curled upward, pride shining in her eyes as though she were reliving it.
