Dawn, Goddess of Dawn, blinked.

  Her workshop had vanished, as had the half-elf whose liver She had been inspecting for medicinal purposes. Alive, of course, since that was the only way to truly see the organs at work.

  At least the screaming had stopped, though that had its own research value.

  It was replaced a moment later with a blaring siren that was on the verge of being loud enough to deafen Her—a Goddess.

  She looked around frantically, searching Her large, well-lit pocket dimension for the source of the sound.

  After what felt like years, the sound cut off and a black screen appeared, just like the ones Her sister, Lucia, had shown Her from the outworlders She loved to fornicate with.

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  Dawn stared as a lengthy list of names scrolled past on the screen over the course of several minutes.

  The screen disappeared a moment after the list had finished scrolling.

  The soft light of her pocket dimension, always simulating the arrival of Her namesake, slowly dimmed and vanished.

  It did not return.