When he awoke, Cyrus realized that not very much time had passed. His nap, or what passed for one anyway, only lasted a few minutes at best. Not surprising, since dreaming of the past rarely ever gave the man rest. When he looked around himself, Cyrus realized the room was... not different, but definitely not the same either. It didn't look as empty, and it was more decorated than it was when he first entered. Such was the nature of the temple, he supposed. It must have reacted to his Heart and arranged the room accordingly. Except... this wasn't at all reflective of Cyrus' Heart, in fact it was more reminiscent of Ren than anything else. [i]Seems his Heart has more prominence than mine here. Interesting.[/i]

He glanced at the nightstand table and noticed a framed photo that certainly couldn't have been there before. Picking it up, Cyrus looked at it more closely. It depicted a man wearing a white cloak, and two boys at either side of him. Having little desire to remember this particular memory, Cyrus placed the picture in the nightstand drawer so it wouldn't be on display anymore. He left the room, then, deciding that he wanted to stretch his legs, though really that was an excuse to get out the bedroom so he wouldn't have to be reminded of the past.

After wandering back toward the entrance chamber, Cyrus took a quick look down the Light Hallway, the one he did not travel down earlier. Indeed it was lined up with pictures and portraits of what was meant to be seen as happy memories, though it only took a bit of reading between the lines to figure out that most of the smiles were mere masks to hide the suffering most of these Wielders had endured through out the war. Still, this hallway was more pleasant to look at than the other one with its trophies of war and conquest. Cyrus then stopped suddenly, one of the many pictures caught his attention, and for good reason, because he himself was featured in it, "How is this possible?" he asked aloud, having stopped and was now staring intently at the photo. He wasn't alone in the picture, others were there as well, six others to be exact. Apart from his young adult self, Cyrus also recognized Ren with his blond hair and scarlet red scarf. Then there were the others, one of them a young oriental man in Chinese attire; another had dark skin and bore tribal tattoos all over his body, most being visible due to him remaining shirtless; then there was a boy and girl wearing mostly red and blue respectively who were alike enough to be siblings, and were in fact twins; the last one, like the young Cyrus, stood a bit by himself, standing out thanks to the wide-brimmed hat he wore. They were all around the same or similar ages, and the only person missing from the photo was their Master because he was the one who used the camera to take the photo in the first place.

Cyrus knew and remembered everyone in the photo, but that was not why he was so surprised, "This photo was destroyed..." he said to himself thoughtfully, "...I know it was. I was there when it happened. So how...?" he stared at the photo some more and finally said, "Seems this temple is determined to make me remember..."