On top of a vast white sea.
Stellar radiance washed over it like the morning sun, with its surface releasing waves of radiance as its complexity seemed utterly unfathomable!
Countless sparkling suns and stars dwelled underneath this white sea as on top of it, Achilles unwittingly had tears drop from his eyes while he looked at the figure of a man.
A man he knew all too well.
His dark, unkempt hair.
His brown eyes.
That smile on his face that always seemed to say that everything would always be okay.
The wrinkles on his face from working too many hours.
He wore garments that Achilles did not recognize, a long white robe that had eight golden bands covering his body, but…
Undoubtedly, that was…his father.
And his brown eyes seemed to smile with even greater happiness at seeing Achilles as a voice he had not heard in what seemed like forever echoed out.
"My son."
WAA!
A deep voice.
