"Sup, dunderheads."

It tilted it’s head in curiosity, a bit confused on hearing A sun and not THE Sun.

“A sun, you say? That’s unheard of from me, for the only sun i know is the Sun of Hope.”

It leans down, examining Agape to the best of it’s abilities.

“…However, if that is the case, then i suppose it makes sense.”

“Seems to me you are a relative to the Sun, aren’t you? Considering you are apart of the same group, being light.”

A detached hand appears, the creature using it to emphasize it’s words with it’s actions.

“[…I see.”, the Sun thought, “and just is the purpose of recording history to it’s accuracy?]” it asked further.

The creature’s wings flick as it opens one of it’s eyes at the boy, too tired to make a move.

“…Who may you be?”

[ @historianoflove.bsky.social - ⚪️ (ORIGINS) ]

[INTERNAL REWRITE]

A great angel of light is making it’s presence known, it’s wings folded around itself as it layed curling around from the head to it’s wisp.

It looks peaceful asleep, just don’t get too close, or you’ll get scourged.

“[A “wormhole”, you say? Where from here?]” The Sun questioned, looking around near the area for the supposed wormhole the boy is talking about.

“[History has not been written yet, but you have come here. For what reason?]” The Sun added, looking back down at Agape.

but nevertheless, it is a suprise to the celestial figures, so the two look down and ask a simple question… still, in the ciphered language.

“[Who are you?]” The Moon asked. “[Where did you come from?]” The Sun, too, added.

In this empty void of space, there seems to be two sentient, celestial bodies…

One the ones you expect, however.

It’s moreso these two beings are…… greater, than they seem to let on.

"Labeibei-fong."

It immediately sprung into action, mechanical wurling from the machine as a gateway starting forming. A wormhole, to better describe it.

And at the other side….

Nothing. Nothing but specks of stars and planetary rocks floating around in what seems to be space.

The machine almost activated the moment the boy sat down, before a few sparks fly out as it deactivates again.

The lever to reset all to see a glimpse of what happened in the beginning? Or the button to open a world where everything’s flipped around it’s head?

“To who i may concern.

This machine was made to be used to rewrite history of the multiverse.
A push of a button is all it takes to take a look at the alternative world.

Proceed with caution - “

The name of the letter writer was sketched off.

[ INDICATORS? HERE? NEVER HEARD OF ONE ]

……..there is a machine in thw distance. Seems like it’s been rundown recently, but still a bit rusted off the edges.

It’s mostly faulty, but functional nonetheless. A flick of a lever is all it takes.

A click of a button is all it takes.