Monas stood before the large window and closed her eyes, imagining almost that she could hear the sound of the sea upon the surface of the world below.
No time at all had passed, and yet to Monas, the wait had felt like millennia, her grief at having parted with her only son insurmountable.
Whilst the denizens of that higher realm were essentially genderless, they were capable of taking on roles as and when suited them—this had been especially true in ancient times when the seven sisters, Violet, Joice, Jennie, Catherine, Hettie, Daisy and Evangeline, had previously descended to Earth to wage war against the violent Glandelinians; their appearance that of little girls, their gender exhibiting aspects of both sexes.
Yet for Monas, she had known for the longest time, what she was; she was a mother, above all else, she was a mother.
Standing before the great window of the tower, so recently reconstructed following the assault on the planet by several malign factions, Monas struggled to calm herself, to emulate the ocean she so loved. Yet there was something wrong, something terribly wrong.
Despite the reconstruction of the tower, there had been no word from the surface of the planet, and the Demiurge, despite his wisdom, could provide no insight into the whereabouts of her son.
Within the arch of the doorway at her back, she suddenly felt a presence, her back stiffening, her heart thundering in her chest as anxiety overcame her.
"Monas," a voice called to her, soft and gentle, youthful and male, "Monas, I bring terrible news…"