The Endless Reverith: Archon

  Chapter 2: Kuroshiro—Return To What Once Was (2)

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  ? Hey, honey~ ?

  ? Don't go there, my sweet little baby~ ?

  ? Kuroshiro, no. You're not eating th—hey! ?

  ? Sweetheart, what's wrong? I'm here, mommy's here. ?

  ? Kuroshiro… forgive mommy… ?

  Run…

  ? ??? ?

  If one could recall their time in existence as a single molecule or an atom, that would be such a huge discovery in any civilization.

  To perceive life at its smallest scale, is the testament of victory as to what research can determine. But for this place?

  It was dark.

  Yet it was light.

  Lightness and darkness existed and ceased to exist at the same time. It wasn't merely emptiness nor the silence that could effectively be judged by anyone who could feel or see this realm, it was something deeper. A place where logic couldn't exist naturally but only as a place for concept and the un-concept.

  Even if someone could ask what it felt like—whether it was vast or tiny, huge or small, safe or dangerous. No one could truly answer.

  And that's where Kuroshiro is currently.

  Although Kuroshiro may be there, it should be only mentioned that his existence was truly there. He didn't have a body to feel. He did not have the eyes to see, the ears to hear nor the lungs to breathe.

  Only his conscious awareness. Awareness so fragile that even a single twist could fully diminish such a concept. But that awareness is the thin thread of consciousness suspended in something that had never been named.

  But… that thread slowly turned into a soul, and that soul turned into a fragment of his heart. A burning violet, contrast to the dark space that slowly grew bit by bit. And that essence itself turned to create his body, albeit slightly transparent.

  His consciousness tried to get out and control that form but—it couldn't do anything.

  …

  Something shifted.

  The space and gravity around the form made it still. It had the chance to move but only with a push. Then that something trembled.

  More threads began surrounding the supposed Kuroshiro, all threads of color. All beautiful, elegant, and teeming with life. It began pouring itself into that burning violet—turning it into pure white.

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  Then the burning essence began singing. Different rhythms began to play, forming into such a majestic melody that began turning the voidless realm into a world of galaxies. Thin lines of pale light began appearing in the distance, stretching everywhere.

  They were intersected, they were tangled. They broke apart and so did they reform. Some dimmed and vanished, some appeared and illuminated the surroundings. They weren't objects, but lives.

  They were worlds. They were the epitome of existence. The Possibilities. The Concepts.

  And among those immeasurable threads, one thread pulsed differently, slowly getting closer. It flickered stubbornly, refusing to fade when others did. It grew brighter, it sang louder. It began tugging at him before latching onto his wrist, slowly reforming into a crescent lunar object.

  And when it fully merged with his wrist, it pulled the body with it. It was gentle at first, careful not to startle the body before growing stronger with each weave to pull. It was drawing him somewhere.

  The consciousness inside tried to escape once more—but all he could do was watch, trying to understand where this thread tried to pull him. He felt everything all at once. He felt pressure, pain, heaviness yet he also felt guidance and vibration.

  It stopped at an arbitrary location. His body was hovering at space where his heel was suspended against a fluid floor. But suddenly, the threads shuddered.

  There you are…

  It whispered against the threads. It felt ethereal as the vibrations helped connect it with other threads.

  Then those threads slowly tightened in unison, and the half-formed body was drawn forward. The transparent edges continued further until a serene woman, a goddess, was seen before Kuroshiro.

  The Goddess stepped closer, her bare feet clashing gently against the fluid space.

  The Goddess pulled Kuroshiro’s faint body closer as threads continued to play around them. The Goddess inched closer where her index finger tilted the man’s face to her by his chin.

  My tarnished knight…

  She whispered softly.

  You've been undone at times and trashed by many. You have suffered far enough for the cause of nations that you've turned out this way.

  Her eyes held pity laced with serene sadness. Her eyes fluttered unhurriedly, but the edge of her lips slowly turned upwards.

  You stubborn, persistent man. I have the highest hopes that the vessel had helped you in your first life.

  Then she guides her palm against the fading body of Kuroshiro.

  The consciousness inside tried many ways to communicate with her, the man inside tried his hardest to bare an answer to whom she was. And what does she mean vessel? And who was she? Why does she resemble Arishu?

  The hand she placed against her chest was right over his center. She guided the lights into the farmost and hidden part of his soul, containing it effectively. She did not want him to be hunted by those that dared to seek to destroy realms when he is the one that the fates sing to.

  You don't belong here anymore…

  Because as you are now… the world would stay the same even if I bring you back now…

  The Knowing Planes and its residents had failed you, and so had failed the world…

  So… the man inside this soul.

  She stared into the locked eyes of the man.

  I promise you, in this life I create you into, I will have the Unknowing Plane guide your fate as you have done to me.

  Kuroshiro immediately felt it.

  He felt himself also dwindling.

  His consciousness there but slowly falling asleep.

  Return.

  Before the war.

  Before the ruin.

  Before everything that had been cast.

  The threads snapped at once before she pointed at me.

  I will be there… to seek you out.

  So… try again.

  Then—

  Darkness… then light.

  …

  In a certain manor, on a certain night.

  There was a wail.

  A soft, crying wail.

  ? It's a beautiful baby boy..!

  The woman shouted albeit a bit softly as to not startle the child.

  A midwife was currently trying to hush the baby while gently swaying his body in an affectionate motion. And when silence persisted, she wrapped the baby into a silken wrap before delivering him into someone's arms.

  ? A-aah… ahh… my baby… ?

  The woman held her baby close. Her prismatic violet eyes looked into his, where the baby’s own lazy eyes stared back cluelessly before seeping down with a close.

  The midwife stayed nearby as she offered support and reassurance, gently adjusting the silk wrap to keep him safe.

  ? Madame. Your baby is a healthy boy.

  The woman’s eyes brimmed with tears as she pressed her cheek to his tiny head. She couldn't believe she had her child when the local physician warned her of miscarriage. But it seems like the world was by her side when the baby was born.

  ? You’ll be safe, my little one… I will protect you with everything I have. ?

  No one will hurt you… I promise.

  Kuroshiro.