A Dream of Hope (7)

"*Sigh*..."

[Things just keep getting complicated...]

Berkah let out an exasperated sigh as he leaned on the table and rested his head on his forearms.

"So, are you saying that black smoke is a person?"

He raised his head and glanced at the beautiful, pink haired figure opposing him.

"A person? Fufu, well I suppose you could say that."

The woman replied, twirling her pink strands of hair on her index finger.

[... It's like she doesn't know how to give a clear answer.]

Berkah furrowed his brows.

She glanced up at the sky and continued:

"I suppose you could say it is an existence similar to mine, just a little lower. "

She returned her eyes to Berkah and smiled softly, her gaze that was once devoid of life and mundane, now full of warmth and affection.

"So, what exactly are you guys? Some sort of gods or deities?"