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I thought of Oiwa, one of my unborn children, but she did not appear.

"My sisters, Oiwa and Tsukuyomi, are here, but they're not as noisy I am, but perhaps if you squint, you can see Seija standing beside you?" She said.

My thoughts turned to Seija, trying to see her, but just the same she did not show. Maybe it's because she wasn't from here? Or, is this the place we all come from? And that name she spoke in the same breath as Oiwa, Tsukuyomi? Had Seija picked a name and told this child? Wait, a place that only exists when perceived, where unborn children lie, I began to panic, did I tell Seija to flip us out of existence?!

"Don't fret! Existence is quite a stubborn thing you know! It has that 'bouyent' property Mother Seija talks about, I'm sure you'll find yourself existing soon enough and don't worry, there's no mass here, so no gravity or time for that matter, not a second passes while you don't exist. On the other hand, aren't you glad? This is the Sagely power Mother Seija and you were seeking after all! The one that will allow Oiwa and Tsukuyomi to be born and just as with the Land of the Back Door or the Realm of the Gap, it exists well before it's future masters."

Non-existence as a location? The way of birthing Oiwa and Tsukuyomi? What had become of me? Where was Seija? Was I within the HSE? Too many questions, too much in the real, I struggled to comprehend it all.

"It's alight, it'll all make sense in time." She said, comforting me. "You know, Mother couldn't conquer her abilities alone either right? She had help from her own partner, an astronomer, someone who gazes at the stars. It's another way you two are similar, although you and Mother Seija have a very different relationship I think. But your existence approaches I fear and there's something I must ask you." She said, plucking a shining leaf from the tree.

"Time grows short and the day of emancipation, Father's, Mother's, my own, draws near. If tragedy is to be averted, many must play their part, including the both of you, but without this, you will fail." She said, motioning toward the shining tree.

I saw it, glimpses of the future. We die, burn alive, get cut, eaten, smashed into nothingness, get shredded at the most granular level by unexplainable phenomenon, and in all of them, our children perish.

"If you take this, one more piece will be set in the right place. For Mother Seija and yourself to exist at your leisure, a skill like unto Mother's gap which took her centuries to tame, you two will have in mere moments. But you will walk a terrible road as she did and know a suffering akin to hers."

Either I accept this or our children die? There isn't much to think about then! And it occurs to me, something that doesn't exist, but may soon, I thought of a happy future.

"Thank you, and, take heart. Watching you suffer may be humorous, but that's only if you live to fumble again." She said.

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The hallway was sterile and smelled strange. The walls seemed to be covered in strange sort of plaster and the floor was reflective, but didn't feel solid like marble. At the end of it, I heard a pair of cries and walked through the doors to another hallway.

The hallway was the same, sterile and strange smelling. At the end of it I heard a pair of cries, louder this time, so, I ran through the doors faster.

The hallway was the same, save for people, idly walking or standing in place, again, I heard the cries and rushed to the other doors.

The hallway was the same, but now there were more people then before and the cries were now screams, so, I pushed, knuckled, and wormed my way to the end.

The hallway was a densely packed room of bodies, several hallways removed from the first, and I sludge through it trying to make my ways to the deafening cries, until I reached the end of the hall.

The room was empty, empty, except for a table with a basket, at the floor of which was a horned woman in a blue cardigan and a pink dress. In the basket were two babies, clutching each other in the shape of a heart. They were cold, empty, stiff.

All the happiness, all that warmth, it had been snuffed out, traded for the crushing misery. The room was sterile, uncaring, dead.

It was waste, it was wrong, it was evil.

I looked back at the hallway which had impeded me so and found it empty! Empty!! I wanted to cry, to beg for them back, to scream in anguish, to kill whatever fowl thing had taken them from me, to wallow into nothingness, to join them on the other side. But I couldn't, they were gone, they had never be born, so there was no soul to seek out in eternity. And Seija, my wife, she was crushed under the delusion that they'd be waiting for her? Or could she not bear the truth? I couldn't go to her, not yet, not until I put a stop to it.