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 still be changed.
The multiverse—that vast web of realities, timelines, worlds, and possibilities that had once pulsed with countless forms of life—had died.
Not through an evil act.
Not through a curse.
But through the sheer magnitude of the conflict that had 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 forsaken and desolate reality.
A universe without history, without purpose.
One the Guardians themselves had discarded like a poorly made draft, a forgotten corner of everything.
The hat was still with her.
But it no longer glowed.
After the battle, it had used the last remaining traces of inexistence within itself to close the remaining dimensional rifts.
It could no longer travel, nor fight, nor even dream.
Though none of that mattered anymore.
During the battle, Elisa had formed such a profound bond and control over the hat that all of its power now resided within her. Her hair now shimmered, entire galaxies visible within it, and her eyes no longer had pupils—they had been replaced by complete nebulas.
She had finally become the goddess the hat had wanted her to become when it first chose her.
But Elisa no longer cared.
Even powerless, she still kept the hat as a reminder.
It had become a symbol.
Of what once was.
Of what would never be again.
And of what she now was… and everything she had endured to become that being.
A being of higher existence born at the cost of an entire lower one.
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 fragments of incomplete universes.
Elisa could not stop thinking about her.
"Astrid…"
She whispered the name like a mantra.
She remembered the final smile.
The way Astrid fell—not with hatred, but with understanding.
The way both of them, despite being so broken, had understood each other for a brief instant…
…only to say goodbye as enemies.
That was the true wound.
Not having lost.
But having won at the cost of everything.
Time passed—or whatever remained of it—and Elisa wandered through a fragment of a world that had once been a library.
There she found books that had never been written.
Incomplete stories.
Unfinished thoughts.
Dreams no one had ever dreamed.
She sat there.
And cried.
Not because she still 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 atop a stone that had once been a continent.
She looked upward.
The sky remained empty.
And she thought:
"Maybe this is what I am now."
"The only voice in a universe with no one left to hear it."
"A god that is neither wise nor divine."
But she did not stand.
She did not scream.
She did not summon power.
She merely closed her eyes.
And once again, she saw her younger self one final time, who simply stared at her in silence.
"Elisa, I… I'm sorry. I think in the end I couldn't fulfill your dream," Elisa said while a tear of darkness ran down her face.
"But tell me… are you still yourself? Even after everything, can you still change?"
Elisa remained silent, unable to answer.
But her younger self approached and gently caressed her face before saying:
"Can the world still become better, Elisa?"
The younger Elisa began to disappear while the present Elisa watched her.
And at last, she understood what she had to do.
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 anymore.
No family.
No world.
No one who understood her.
And she realized she could not allow everything she had lived through and sacrificed to become meaningless.
"Yes… it still can change."
She was now the Goddess of Inexistence.
And she knew it.
She could not revive or reanimate her reality…
…but she did not need to.
"I can't fix everything… but I don't have to. I just have to start over from the beginning once more."
She raised her hand and began restoring Astrid's brooch with her powers.
Elisa could not create something new or recreate something destroyed.
But that was not what she was doing.
She was not creating a new brooch.
She was simply rebuilding the one that had already existed.
Molecule by molecule.
Particle by particle.
Every fragment of the brooch, which had once been nothing but cosmic dust, was returned to its original state.
And after reconstructing it…
She assimilated it.
Merged it with her powers of inexistence in order to accomplish the unthinkable.
Elisa raised her hand holding the brooch, and with a single movement she destroyed the Second Existence.
And then, standing within that dimensional void, she restarted everything that had ever existed.
Using her own life and essence as fuel—while wielding a force opposite to her very nature—she remade the entire multiverse and all its inhabitants.
She rebuilt every planet, galaxy, universe, and even time itself from nothing.
Then she recreated the life she had once tried to protect.
She restored her race.
Her family.
And Astrid.
But this time, Elisa would make sure things were different.
This time, she would not allow the multiverse to collapse again or any universe to be erased.
So, using the little essence she still had left of herself, she spread across the entirety of the Second Existence.
She died in order to become reality itself.
She disappeared so she could exist everywhere.
And before vanishing completely…
She looked at Astrid one final time, who still existed only as a soul within her mother's womb.
"Don't worry. This time I'll make sure you never suffer that same pain again. Neither you nor anyone else will ever be in danger or forgotten again. I'll personally make sure of that. This time, you and every being in existence will be protected eternally by me. So… live, Astrid… live."
Elisa was already beginning to fade away when she remembered her younger self one last time.
"Elisa, I think in a way… I really did fulfill your dream. Now I'll become the multiverse itself, so when someone looks at the sky with joy or hope, they'll be looking at me. When they ask the stars for guidance and comfort, they'll be asking me. And I'll answer them. When they're grateful to be alive and thank the universe for existing… they'll be thanking me. I suppose that, in a way, everyone really will accept me and love me. I did it. I am Elisa Holdstar… and I'm happy to be her."
At that moment, Elisa vanished completely.
Leaving behind only her hat, which was now nothing more than a powerless relic from a previous existence.
And something else.
Years passed.
And now, on the newly reborn planet named Vita, its inhabitants celebrated a harvest festival.
There, a four-year-old girl named Astrid wandered through a small remote forest gathering flowers when, by pure chance, she found a black hat.
"What's a hat doing here in the middle of nowhere? …How strange. I can't help feeling like there's something familiar about it."
At that moment, Astrid felt a strange sensation.
As though someone were hugging her.
As though the universe itself were wrapping around her soul.
It was strange…
But deeply comforting.
As though existence itself were protecting her.
However, her mother's voice calling her back snapped her out of the trance.
Astrid handed the hat to her mother, and together they left it at a lost-and-found stand before returning to the festival.
Several hours later, while gazing at the stars as she drifted to sleep in her mother's lap, Astrid asked herself a question:
"Where had I seen that hat before?"
Unaware that somewhere within that universe, an object that had once belonged to her was waiting to reunite with its bearer once again.
But this time, not for the purpose of uniting realities as it once had been used for.
But to eventually shape her into the role she had never been able to fulfill in a previous reality:
A future goddess who would protect her existence.
END OF SEASON 1