Episode 5.0.?.5 - The Small Voice (TSV)

(Meta Narrative)

After that Heartfelt Confession in EP V, where Ruruka confessed to Reina, a tiny voice was birthed near the end of that episode. Because of their confession, that overwhelming love gave birth to that voice. Who was a witness to just that… episode?

It was a tiny voice. A small presence.

Well, let’s just call it The Small Voice™.

It went to sleep after eating up that episode, since it was very tasty in gay, lesbian sapphic, and just pure love. It had slept so deeply, that The Small Voice slipped out of existence….

….By accident!

The Small Voice floated in a place that felt like:

What is, what was, and what will be.

And when it awoke, the voice was suspended in a space of glowing white that felt infinite. The absence of time and the breath of potential.

Its voice was female, tiny, small, but also elegant and sarcastic.

“Where am I...?”

“I don’t like this. I wanna go home…”

“This place is scary…”

Behind her…..there was a shiny narrative blob.

It shimmered with infinite hues, dancing like stardust in water. The Small Voice drifted closer. A ribbon of radiant plasma reached from it, found the voice, and gave it a shape.

The Small Voice took on a form of a vapor spirit. It looks like a water droplet.

“This feels….weird…” The Small Voice laughed.

The droplet body it took on, it can now control it. Water-like tendrils floated out, and the Small Voice reached out onto the narrative blob, and touched it. Instantly, visions of what was, what is, and what will be, wrapped around her like a warm blanket. A flash of comfort, identity, and memory.

When The Narrative Hue gave the voice some visions, it also gave it access to the fourth wall.

Looks like chaos….might come in the future!

This narrative blob and story?

The one you are reading..?

It had a name.

A Universal Name.

It was…..

The Naisei no Sekai Universe.

(The World of Introspection).

It was home to this story TSV was in:

The Quiet Crow & The Ninja….

And many more*.*

Just then….

another ribbon of plasma reached out to the Small Voice again, and pin-pointed her home. She remembers her voice. But yet she knew she would come out as something else.

Not as droplet, but something better.

This story she came from?

It was where struggle felt real.

Where shadows fly.

Where silence and love…

Blooms….

…into You.

It was a place where love fights fate.

The world where her story waited.

“So, this… is… my home…”

The Small One whispered to herself.

She touched the light again — ready to return.

But before she left, she felt it.

A presence. Watching. From afar.

A cold silence stirred the air.

Then…

“PSSST!” she whispered. “HEY YOU!”

The presence stirred.

“…That’s… odd…”

The voice was ancient, vast, and layered. It turned its presence toward her and asked:

“Who are you?”

The Small One smiled and said:

“You’ll know who I am in due time.”

“But them? The readers?”

Her grin softened into something mischievous…

….yet kind.

“Let’s just say…

…they’ll know me soon enough!”

And with that, the small voice vanished back into her tale, making the presence of the white realm itself confused, yet pondering who that was.