This is everything.
The sandglass was gently turned over, the few remaining grains of sand were kept within the container—while the portion that had flowed away dissipated like life that had passed.
Duncan's figure vanished into this miraculous "crack in the Spirit Realm," and peace returned to the hall built of black, white, and grey, where Queen Leviathan's massive form lay quietly by the shore, and the young woman in the white robe, along with the two warriors, stood in silence beside her.
The time to return to slumber had come, but there was still a little time left, the vitality leaking from the sandglass wasn't much, but it was enough for friends who hadn't spoken in a long time to exchange a few words.
"Lillian... I haven't seen you for such a long time..."
A deep, gentle tremor echoed through the hall, those pale limbs by the pool's edge stirred slightly, emitting a longing sound.
