Aiona

'Perhaps even beneath this mask is not the real me.'

No one knows where Aiona came from, nor why one of the Bloodborn was granted refuge by the Bathory family.

Perhaps it is because she shares their longing to return to the moon—or perhaps they simply covet her command over time...

After the Alita family faded into the flow of time, Aiona's heart grew as cold and distant as the moonlight she keeps watch over—no longer stirred by emotion.

Yet she once said that my presence seemed to awaken a glimmer of hope within her.

But like moonlight that lingers in the gaps between clouds, I still cannot see what future lies behind the gaze beneath her frozen mask.

I can sense that Aiona has witnessed farewells between life and death far beyond imagination.

When time flows in reverse, most things can be restored. But fate, with cruel precision, cast life itself beyond time's reach—denying Aiona any chance to intervene. Faced with the infinite stream of time, the sliver she can bend with her delicate fingers is as feeble as silt upon a riverbed.

And the void growing within her year after year has become a hollow so vast, not even eons could ever mend it.

While her story is expected to end perfectly with a return to the moon, the beginning of Aiona's story is marred with ink. She rarely speaks of her origins, yet in the fragments she offers, there is a quiet discomfort whenever the word 'parents' arises.

'My parents gave me this mortal form—and with it, they forged my fate. It is a past and a future I cannot escape.'

Some say Aiona's mother did not possess a human form.

Every grain of sand in Aiona Alita's treasured hourglass was once a living soul.

Like that hourglass, ever turning over—perhaps the world in her eyes too is caught in an endless cycle of ruin and rebirth.

I cannot see the end of fate. But I know this: the threads of our destinies are already tightly entwined, bound together until the end.

'Noah, isn't it too cruel… to measure time with the remnants of life?'