“I looked her in the eyes, and I said: Let’s make a child! Souls do not proliferate like beings of flesh do. What cultivated this union, beyond the love we have for one another, came with an ardent desire to leave a trace of our passage in this reality. We found an orphaned soul, one of a broken ophanim, on the verge of vanishing. Like a true mother, Cognitia sheltered them, vowing to protect Nestor as her own. We shared ideas to provide them an identity, a face that could be immediately recognized. A lunar visage came to be, with five eyes, like the fingers of an all-seeing. A blue cap gave him boyish elements, while elongated eyelashes gave her a girly look. Irises of all colours ensured that Nestor would be of all origins, and none.”