Shadow Slave

As they walked through the corridors, Sunny kept clearing their way with the help of the Crown of Twilight. Of course, they could easily swim through the flooded portions of the temple - but why would they, if there was an easier way?

The walls of the narrow corridors glistened, reflecting the light of a luminous Memory Nephis had summoned. Soon, Sunny noticed a subtle change in them. If the ancient stone was unadorned before, now, it was covered by the remains of beautiful murals.

He couldn't quite understand what was depicted on them, though - partially because the murals were heavily damaged, partially because the images were quite strange. They were more symbolic than descriptive... at least that was the conclusion he made.

"...What's that?"

Noticing that Nephis seemed to be interested in the murals as well, Sunny finally gave voice to his curiosity.

She hesitated for a few moments, then shook her head.

"I'm not sure."

In front of them was an image depicting a vast black field that looked strangely terrifying. In the middle of it, a mass of golden flame was burning, illuminating the darkness with its radiance.

Cassie slowed her steps and turned slightly, facing the mural. After a moment of silence, she said matter-of-factly:

"It's the myth of creation."

The two of them looked at her with some confusion. Feeling their gazes, the blind girl sighed, then smiled lightly.

"The inhabitants of the Dream Realm had a myth of how the world came to be, of course. Actually, many of them. Most shared common points, though."

She pointed to the mural.

the beginning, there was only the boundless void of

description of a Memory he once possessed... the Memory of a drop of Shadow God's blood. The

world and the runic language the Spell used. There was no void of chaos... because

the human language once, as well. These days, when someone said "chaos",

that there was only the void meant the same thing

the dark abyss that Weaver had apparently visited, and where the gods had

Cassie, meanwhile, continued:

void, as well. But then came desire,

to the

last words were exactly the same as in the description

I've heard something similar before. But, to be honest, I never really understood

was Nephis, not

rather simple one. Since the void was eternal, limitless, and forever changing, it was inevitable that sooner or later, it would produce something that contradicted its fundamental qualities. In other words, something unchanging. That was

coughed, and then added with

was explained to me. But if you think about it, it makes sense. A desire can't change, because if it does, it ceases to be itself and becomes a different

blinked a

the ones you tell way better - you know, the stories about cunning

subtle smile appeared

enjoyed the view of it, then scratched the

the first unchanging thing born from the everchanging void, so it

She nodded.

can't exist by itself. It needs a subject. You want something, strive for something, dream of something... so, a

her with a strange

"That... strangely makes sense."