Syren, Tyra, and Ira walked around the city without seeing a single face. Not a soldier. Not a civilian. No one. But they did hear noises coming from the middle of town. And the noise got louder and louder even without getting closer to it. And those noises turned into screams. Flames and smoke rose up in the air.

As the three of them were about to rush forward, Syren looked one more time at the eclipse. He looked at it and saw an eye staring right back. The lines and stardust around the eclipse formed the shape of one with the eclipse as the iris. It didn't move, but Syren knew that there was something watching the three of them - something watching over all.

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He stared deep into the eclipse with a serious look on his face as he pledged to undo what he had done. To become a good person even after committing such heinous acts. As Ira and Tyra stopped and wondered why he was continuing to stare, he continued to. And the more he stared, the more he understood. No. He knew the moment he became aware of his real memories. It was alive. He stared at the endless storm of stars past the red and black sky, and the shadows between them looked right back.

He knew what he was staring at. He was looking at the endless and eternal eclipse - no - he was looking at the original Syren.

But the one he knew from memory was dead. Instead, he was looking at me. Yes. He stared upon me as I stared back upon him directly from above.