Silence was not the absence of sound.It was the absence of meaning.
After the final battle, nothing was ever the same again.Not because everything had changed…But because there was nothing left that could be changed.
The multiverse—that vast network of realities, times, worlds, and possibilities that once pulsed with countless forms of life—was dead.Not by an act of evil.Not by a curse.But by the very magnitude of the conflict that sought to save it.
Elisa floated.
She did not walk. She did not move.She simply existed, drifting aimlessly.
She had been cast into—and trapped within—an abandoned dimension.A marginalized, desolate reality.A universe without history, without purpose.One that even the Guardians themselves had discarded, as if it were a poorly made draft—an overlooked corner of everything.
The hat was still with her.But it no longer shone.
After the battle, she had used the last remaining residue of nonexistence within the artifact to seal the final dimensional rifts.It was no longer useful for traveling, nor for fighting, nor even for dreaming—though that no longer mattered. During the fight, Elisa had forged such a deep bond and control over the hat that all of its power now resided within her.
Her hair now glimmered, entire galaxies visible within it.Her eyes no longer had pupils—they had been replaced by complete nebulae.
She had finally become the goddess the hat had intended her to be when it chose her.
But Elisa no longer cared.
Though useless, she still kept the hat as a reminder.
It became a symbol.Of what was.Of what would never be again.And of what she was now—and all she had lived through to become what she had become.
A being of a higher existence, born at the cost of an entire lower existence.
Days passed within that absolute void…
There were no stars. No sun. No time.Only the ruins of collapsed dimensions drifting in the distance like the remains of incomplete universes.
Elisa could not stop thinking of her.
"Astrid…"
She whispered the name like a mantra.
She remembered the final smile.The way she fell—not with hatred, but with understanding.The way they both, even while so broken, had understood each other for a fleeting moment……only to part as enemies.
That was the true wound.
Not losing.But winning at the cost of everything.
Time passed—or whatever remained of it—and Elisa walked across a fragment of a world that had once been a library.There she found books that were never written.Incomplete stories.Unfinished thoughts.Dreams no one ever dreamed.
She sat there.And cried.
Not because she had hope.But because she no longer knew what else to do.
There were no rifts.No universes.No war.
Only her.And that forgotten universe.
A thousand more silences passed.
Elisa sat upon a stone that had once been a continent.
She looked up.The sky was still empty.
And she thought:
"Perhaps this is what I am now.""The only voice in a universe with no one left to hear it."
"A god who is neither wise nor divine."
But she did not rise.She did not scream.She did not invoke her powers.
She simply closed her eyes.And let the void embrace her.
Yet in that moment—in that immense silence and solitude—Elisa knew she could not leave things as they were.
She had sealed the rifts, but… at what cost?The entire multiverse had died in the battle, and Elisa had no one left—no family, no world, no one who understood her.
And she realized she could not allow everything she had lived through and sacrificed to have been in vain.
She was now the goddess of nonexistence, and she knew it.She could not revive or restore her reality—but she did not have to.
"I can't fix everything… but I don't have to," she said."I just have to start from zero again."
With that, she began restoring Astrid's brooch using her powers.
Elisa could not create something new or recreate what had been destroyed.But that was not what she was doing.She was not creating a new brooch—she was reconstructing the one that had already existed.
Molecule by molecule.Particle by particle.
Every remnant of the brooch—once nothing more than cosmic dust—was reassembled, returned to its original state.
And after reconstructing it… she assimilated it.
She merged it with her powers of nonexistence, in order to do the unthinkable.
Elisa raised her hand holding the brooch, and with a single motion destroyed the Second Existence.
Then, within that dimensional void, she reset everything that had ever existed.
Using her own life and essence as fuel—wielding a force opposed to her very nature—she remade the entire multiverse and all its inhabitants.She reassembled every planet, galaxy, universe, and even time itself from nothing, and then recreated the life she had once sought to protect.
She reformed her race.Her family.And Astrid.
But this time, Elisa would ensure things were different.
This time, she would not allow the multiverse to collapse again, nor would she allow any universe to be erased.
Using the little essence she still possessed, she spread herself throughout the Second Existence.
She died to become reality itself.She disappeared in order to be everywhere.
And just before fading completely…She looked at Astrid one last time—still a soul within her mother's womb.
"Don't worry. This time I'll make sure you never go through the same pain again.Neither you nor anyone else will ever be in danger or forgotten.I will personally see to that.This time, you—and all beings of existence—will be protected eternally by me.So… live, Astrid. Live."
In that moment, Elisa vanished—leaving behind only her hat, now nothing more than a powerless relic of a previous existence.
And something more.
Years passed.
On the new planet, named Vita, its inhabitants celebrated a harvest festival.A small four-year-old girl named Astrid wandered through a remote forest, gathering flowers, when she happened upon a black hat.
"What is a hat doing here in the middle of nowhere?… That's strange. I can't help but feel there's something familiar about it."
At that moment, Astrid felt a strange sensation.As if someone were hugging her.As if the universe itself were wrapping around her soul.
It was an odd feeling—yet deeply comforting.As though existence itself were protecting her.
Her mother's voice calling her back broke the trance.
Astrid handed the hat she had found to her mother, and together they placed it at a lost-and-found stand before returning to the festival.
Hours later, as she gazed at the stars, on the verge of falling asleep in her mother's lap, Astrid asked herself:
"Where have I seen that hat before?"
Unaware that somewhere in that universe, an object that had once been hers was waiting to reunite with its bearer.
But this time—not to unite realities as it once had.
Rather, to one day guide her into a role she had never been able to fulfill in a previous reality.
Into a future goddess who would protect her existence.
END OF SEASON 1