For a little over a thousand years, death had been a great learning experience. So much information was gathering, so many experiments were performed. However at this point there did not appear to be much death could teach Index anymore, at least for now. All around Index was quiet, as their mind sat buried in the woods of some islands Index could not remember at the moment. While they were sure they knew of the islands they couldn’t place their finger on it currently.That was the main downside of death, Index could not access the vast well of information they usually had.
It was about time for them to enter back into this reality, although at the moment it was easier said than done. Index was the one that deactivated their revive protocols, however now the couldn’t interact with their mind and instead needed someone else to do it. Then a child appeared at the site of Index’s mind. They certainly weren’t human, that much Index could tell. As the child picked up the orb, new information rushed to Index. Possession of the butterflies around the child, this could possibly be what Index had been waiting for.
Index’s soul took control of one of Ebvion’s butterflies. The butterfly slowly moved infront of Ebvion, suddenly stopping a few feet away. An ethereal body began to form around the butterfly, shaping into Index’s complete form and full size. Once the form was completed, Index’s head was mere inches away from Ebvion. “Why are you here child? And why do you hold my mind?” Index’s voice was cold, but had a twinge of curiosity to it. Index had not seen any beings for a while since their mind made it’s home here, so it was interesting to finally see someone.