He couldn’t quite be sure whether the darkness was a consequence of his attempts to pick at the wound in the sky or whether it had been coincidence. Whatever the case, they had returned to the eclipsed sun hanging stubbornly in the sky. Guilt and shame had spurred him to find answers, but he has none to return with. It is tempting to disappear into the otherworlds, to find something beautiful and strange and entirely unlike Beqanna to lose himself in. But just as guilt had sent him hurtling through time and the cosmos to seek answers, so too did it bring him home.
The crack in the world had not been of his own making, and it is far beyond his ability to fix. Even so, he still searches.
In the midst of the midnight meadow, Ten stares into the sky. All his leads had withered and decayed, so he had returned to see if perhaps there was something more he had missed. The scene that had started this all had been easy enough to find, but he is not a god. Not like the one who had ripped open the sky and allowed the others to wedge their claws into the cracks. It is they who had brought the eclipse, and their departure that would end it.
But as he had sought answers, it had become swiftly clear that this was not their universe. And Ten, whose power most certainly does not expand beyond this one, has no answers to such a conundrum.
It was foolish of him to believe that his success in healing this world must mean he could heal all the rest. Foolish and optimistic. But still, he believes. Like an optimistic fool, he believes.
With a soul-deep sigh, Ten closes his eyes, simply feeling the hum of the universe around him. The hush of it against his skin is familiar, calming even in its chaotic wildness. This he understands. And so he pulls it close, hoping it would be enough to bring clarity.
The crack in the world had not been of his own making, and it is far beyond his ability to fix. Even so, he still searches.
In the midst of the midnight meadow, Ten stares into the sky. All his leads had withered and decayed, so he had returned to see if perhaps there was something more he had missed. The scene that had started this all had been easy enough to find, but he is not a god. Not like the one who had ripped open the sky and allowed the others to wedge their claws into the cracks. It is they who had brought the eclipse, and their departure that would end it.
But as he had sought answers, it had become swiftly clear that this was not their universe. And Ten, whose power most certainly does not expand beyond this one, has no answers to such a conundrum.
It was foolish of him to believe that his success in healing this world must mean he could heal all the rest. Foolish and optimistic. But still, he believes. Like an optimistic fool, he believes.
With a soul-deep sigh, Ten closes his eyes, simply feeling the hum of the universe around him. The hush of it against his skin is familiar, calming even in its chaotic wildness. This he understands. And so he pulls it close, hoping it would be enough to bring clarity.
TEN
@[jenger]