It seemed as though everything would return to normal here. Just as the singularity had left the void to its own devices, a sinking feeling filled the air. In fact, Nolispe would have been perhaps the first to ever feel such a thing. It was difficult to discern what it was, but it was a foreign feeling that did not belong. And eventually it gave way to a more familiar sensation: something peering in. Something that was peering at the void that felt like so much more than the depths of the singularity that had just left. And yet the waves did not churn, the horizon did not change, and the Net did not acknowledge any of these things: only Nolispe himself. And then... nothing. As if to say that it would merely observe the child and leave the circumstances that would play out because of it in the hands of someone else, whoever or whatever it was that had caused the strange sensations remained anonymous.