Atla had escaped her imprisonment.
Atla had escaped death itself.
Where should she go first?
She supposed it depended on which Weavers might still be alive.
Absolom seemed like a reasonable candidate.
And so she went to the Abyss.
She went down, down, down, phasing through the ground with her ethereal body, and she did not find Absolom.
... She did, however, find... another bug... Another Weaver. Unmistakably a Weaver. But one who had been changed, changed utterly, in a way that caused a terrible beauty to be born.
"Who, precisely, are you?" Her ethereal voice spoke.
She wasn't sure the... corrupted Weaver could hear her, or see her. It seemed not all bugs could. But she hoped so. She hoped so. This was a sister who needed saving.
(Upon hearing the voice of someone familiar yet a stranger, it turned quickly. Its eyes seemed hollow and ghostly.)
Oh, hello, hello! Us? Hm, I don't think we remember who we are, do we?
(They paused for a second, as if debating it with themself.)
Well, bugs thst visit the void's edge call us the Void's Voice, so that might be our name, probably! Who we are is a mystery though, a big mystery!
(They pause again, staring intensely at Atla.)
You seem familiar, very familiar.... What was your name?
