That could be, as well. The only thing I have to go with, is that the Lady told me she, too, came through the Tree. She has reminded me for a while of someone I know, but perhaps that is the veil of her mystery — the power she has, that entices us to her side by manifesting traits we would be drawn naturally to.
[ He has a lot of opinions about "Kenos", and the idea of gods, without a doubt.
Kenos, to him, is the core of all things. The gravity around which the shattered islands revolve, the integral momentum that arrests a Shardbearer's fall into the void. Liem's dream had made him consider that they are shattered things — the root idea of their existence was that of a "Shard", implying they were not whole. What, then, had happened to the other pieces of them? Were they only pieces of their souls? Were the other parts of them gallivanting around in time and space?
Were their Shards full of someone else's soul, perhaps? There are too many metaphysical questions for him to answer, but he has less discomfort about the idea of it than most might. After all, he is the summation of his self, all that began and will end, and there is only "one" of him, in his mind. No alternatives, no re-dos, no differing paths. The rest, he keeps his mind open to — eager to reveal whether he is right, wrong, or still learning. That is what entices him, and draws him forth.
Liem being eager about the temple, too, gives him great joy. He chases forth, in pursuit of the last leg of their journey, senses peeled to ensure they are not ambushed or walking directly into danger, until they finally, finally arrive at the temple and its obvious disrepair. The stone has weathered, but endured; time has left shallow fissures upon the majestic design, held together in an almost loving embrace by violet vine and gold moss. Whether the temple had arrived to Kenos, or been part of Kenos from the start, it does not matter — it has been clearly held fast by the land, accepted as part of it. ]
— do you smell that? It smells, like... it's faint, but... incense in the air. Old and long burned to ash, but — oh.
[ And with that, Set takes to the stairs, to place his hands upon one of the beautiful pillars and gaze up to the shattered height of it. Something twisting in his chest as he briefly looks back to Liem, to catch sight of him — and then, he vanishes into the dark depths, darting ahead with impatience and a driven urgency to see, embrace, and learn. ]
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[ He has a lot of opinions about "Kenos", and the idea of gods, without a doubt.
Kenos, to him, is the core of all things. The gravity around which the shattered islands revolve, the integral momentum that arrests a Shardbearer's fall into the void. Liem's dream had made him consider that they are shattered things — the root idea of their existence was that of a "Shard", implying they were not whole. What, then, had happened to the other pieces of them? Were they only pieces of their souls? Were the other parts of them gallivanting around in time and space?
Were their Shards full of someone else's soul, perhaps? There are too many metaphysical questions for him to answer, but he has less discomfort about the idea of it than most might. After all, he is the summation of his self, all that began and will end, and there is only "one" of him, in his mind. No alternatives, no re-dos, no differing paths. The rest, he keeps his mind open to — eager to reveal whether he is right, wrong, or still learning. That is what entices him, and draws him forth.
Liem being eager about the temple, too, gives him great joy. He chases forth, in pursuit of the last leg of their journey, senses peeled to ensure they are not ambushed or walking directly into danger, until they finally, finally arrive at the temple and its obvious disrepair. The stone has weathered, but endured; time has left shallow fissures upon the majestic design, held together in an almost loving embrace by violet vine and gold moss. Whether the temple had arrived to Kenos, or been part of Kenos from the start, it does not matter — it has been clearly held fast by the land, accepted as part of it. ]
— do you smell that? It smells, like... it's faint, but... incense in the air. Old and long burned to ash, but — oh.
[ And with that, Set takes to the stairs, to place his hands upon one of the beautiful pillars and gaze up to the shattered height of it. Something twisting in his chest as he briefly looks back to Liem, to catch sight of him — and then, he vanishes into the dark depths, darting ahead with impatience and a driven urgency to see, embrace, and learn. ]