Tahaan is too excited to sit still long, so out of respect for it's counterpart it leaves Aysus alone for a while and begins exploring. Everything around it has changed and as it moves, it's spacial sense changes. No longer does it feel that there is infinity around it. There still is, the space never ending, but the brightness and the dimness make it seem a bit more limiting. As it moves away from the brightness Tahaan notices even more dimness, the gray turning to black as eventually the brightness is so far away it no longer sheds any of itself on Tahaan's writhing form.

Turning, it can still see the light, there being nothing to keep it from doing so, but it's body is now as black as the dimness they created and it becomes almost indistinguishable from what they created. The only part of it that breaks through to reveal it is not simply another part of brightness's opposition are the faint sparkles of positive energy that flash here and there in it's mass. 

[i]~I am. . .Me. I am Tahaan. The dim may look like me, but it is not me.~[/i]

Tahaan took to talking to itself long ago when it noticed that Aysus liked to be still and was more solitary than itself. The talking helped it to think better, and as it learned more and more about the space around it, the words began to take new meanings. For they are not really words, not as most would understand them. No, the 'speech' of the beings is far more loose and wide than the simple thing that is the vibrations of sound. Being that there is no sound where they are, the idea of things being different is something that comes slowly to Tahaan, but after years of 'speaking' to itself, it's wandering mind continues it's journey as it moves towards the energy that made it.

The threads all around writhe and coil at it's passing, and a few times it reaches out to play with them. However the newness of a the things they made weighs heavily on it. More heavily than anything else ever has. Even that time Aysus and it discovered they even [b]could[/b] communicate with one another in some other way besides wriggling around.

[i]~At least then, the place around us didn't change. We were still the same, in the same place. Communication was a discovery, not a change in everything.~[/i]

The energy pulsates, crashing against and pulling away from in an endless, almost monotonous motion. Tahaan watches it for a short time, as it often does when confused or in need of something to look at other than the threads. However soon that too becomes boring and it begins making it's way back towards the brightness. As it tumbles along it passes a close knit mass of threads and pauses.

The dimness falls across them as Tahaan passes between the two things and it begins to wonder, getting an idea. Moving closer to the brightness it stays on the opposite side of it from Aysus so it can stay alone if it wants to, and slowly it brings the threads together side by side. The weaving is not something it's use to, but after watching Aysus do it a few times making it's beautiful intricate webs it likes sitting on, eventually it gets a nice near solid weave of threads to work with.

Passing between the threads and the brightness it once more casts the dimness on to them but this time it can distinguish it's shape against the threads. Each move it makes changes the shape of the dimness. With some excited bouncing it begins changing it different mass formations, the game being rather fun to see what the dimness will look like. Tahaan can never actually see all of itself at any given time, so the ability to at least get the basic idea of it's form fascinates the being for some time.