SEPARATION.
There you are, in the crack of a giant seed. Before you, the green beast asleep. Red lilies glow the sight of separate paths.
“What is it?” You asked.
It is one called LELAYANA,
The Never-fading Blood.
First of the Heralds, and Watcher of Souls. A lonely flower at the entrance of the maze.
“What does it dream?”
It dreams of a hollow fantasy; Images itself does not know.
It needs no reason, no love, nor faith. What it yearns for no longer take place. All it has, is a loop of trapped mind.
But forget the beast, carry on.
For your journey has only just begun.