When Eternity Texts Back

Najimi

So every guest here’s missing a Y-chromosome? How adorably… two-dimensional.

Meta-Gurl

Keeps the drama perky, also a safe space from the male types. Trust me, some dramas are best kept at a distance.

Elsearia The Mistress

Meta-Gurl! He sent a message to me. Like he used to, as if... his old ego is back.

Meta-Gurl

Bestie, remember last time? He nearly burned your whole realm to ash... I dont have it in me to fix that kind of mess again.

Elsearia The Mistress

I know... B-but what if.. this time...

Meta-Gurl

Sweetie... We know it won't be any different... But the heart dreams for the impossible.

Najimi

So even being of your calibure suffer insanity. Or does it come with age?

Elsearia The Mistress

Who is this human girl? And I dont remember talking to you.

Meta-Gurl

FIRST! Najimi, this is my best friend, Elsearia, and Elsi, darling. This is Najimi, my guest. She is relatively young.

Najimi

Young... I almost find it funny to be called young. But what a billion to a trillion. Sorry for angering you.

Elsearia The Mistress

...apology accepted. It's just... Been so long... I miss it still... My old home... My old love...

Meta-Gurl

Alright, Elsearia, you're staying for a sleepover, rule #1: no teleporting out to cosmic booty-calls. I’m confiscating your dimensional keys.

Elsearia The Mistress

You’re literally grounding an outer god. Adorable.

Najimi

I have never had a boyfriend... Does it always end so badly?

Elsearia The Mistress

I can't say with absolute certainty. But in my experience... It does always end badly...

Meta-Gurl

Love’s overrated. You skip the heartbreak, you skip the entropy.

Najimi

Skipping entropy? Sign me up for that cheat code.

Elsearia The Mistress

I just want one night where I’m not the oldest lonely thing alive.

Meta-Gurl

Tonight you’re just a girl with a bestie and a weird human freeloader.

Najimi

Time to help with the mood. Group hug to help with a broken heart.

Meta-Gurl

Welcome to the Old Ladies’ Broken-Hearts Club. Annual fee: one immortal sob-story.

Najimi

That lullaby… you wrote it for him before stars existed.

Elsearia The Mistress

And tomorrow I’ll forget the tune again. That’s the price of immortality, little mayfly—remembering the pain, never the chorus.