The stairs felt endless. Each step echoed down the abyss, reminding the woman about the terror she had witnessed. But she dared not to tremble, not after he went so far for her.

[i]Why did he have to go so far for me?[/i] She thought, feeling ashamed that someone so worthless like her had brought such a genius nothing but pain.

She remembered those idyllic nights they would spend stargazing. He had taught her so much. From the way the stars danced to a song where every single move spanned eons to the way that even the still rock had uncountable sparks of energy moving inside it. She never truly understood any of it, but she liked to hear it anyway.

That would change once they were out, she was alive again and she would make it worth it this time. She would be a better wife, she would study, she would create, she would become the inspiration he deserved. 

She took yet another step forward, this time with a newfound conviction. And as if mocking her the rocky step beneath her foot cracked. It was not a dangerous fall, yet she still shrieked, and he, out of instinct, looked back.

She looked at his eyes, at first mesmerized, it had been so long since she last saw them. Then the realization came, they had broken the rule. She felt like screaming, crying and her hand was about to try to reach for him. The grasp of death was faster, before her first tear formed she had already plummeted into oblivion.

This time there was no return. Her senses were overtaken by nothingness, her memories fragmented and mixed like a kaleidoscope until even her sense of being faded. 

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[centre][h3][b]“Come”[/b][/h3][/centre]

The word sparked a lot of confusion on the previously blank mind. Suddenly she was.

Following her newly created will she moved toward the call, slowly creating boundaries between what she was and what she was not, until finally she emerged from the void.

She looked around and saw another void, but she knew the difference between this one and the old one was the same as the one between the emptiness of nothing and the emptiness of a blank canvas.

Around her she saw many beings, her siblings, each with their unique form and name. She too had a form, a delicate woman dressed in colorful vests and jewelry, this was what she was, even if the reason why eluded her, she knew this was her.

“You are Ilunabar, The Muse” said Fate

And no other word had to be said. She immediately understood it. She was the bearer of Beauty.

From now on she would study, she would create, she would become the inspiration of those who deserved it.


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Ilunabar comes into being.
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