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There was quiet on Veradax, crushing and final, like the depths of the ocean. Not even the wind dared to blow, nor did the dust feel like moving. The storm clouds grew thick and heavy with silence, further blocking what little sunlight from Heliopolis managed to slip in, while bathing the land in eternal twilight. The scarlet lightning held bated breath, incapable of etching the skies with its anger. As the moon mourned, deep within a valley sat a grieving god underneath a blackened tree. 

Orvus had awoken from his dream, hand outstretched in the air, trying to grasp something he never knew he had wanted. He sat upon his knees upon the dry soil like that for a long time, motionless. As the lights began to fade from his body, he brought his arm down and looked at both of his hands, teary eyed. Shadowy black stared back up at him, not a hint of flesh and bone would there ever be. His hands balled into fists as he let his head fall down to meet them, and there he rested in agony. 

He wept silently, his shattering tears forming a canvas of light that mimicked stars. His body became dull, there was no more light emitting from it, even his eyes dimmed to a dark grey, and the shadowy vapor coalesced to his form, then vanished, leaving behind a pale image of what Orvus had been. As his body seemingly shut down, his mind ran rampant with emotions, thoughts, and the memories of a life that were never his is own. It was all consuming, like being perpetually spun around in a whirlpool, fighting to break free, hanging on the edge less he be swallowed whole. 

The memories haunted him and defied his logic. It had just been a dream in the end, but Orvus struggled with the thought that it had felt so real. What had K’nell done to him, to make him so...so happy and then for it to be stripped away so that he could be reminded of what reality actually was? He had had a family, a life, a home...but it wasn’t real. 

K’nells cryptic words echoed in his mind above the chorus of pain, over and over again. Of promises, creation, destruction, possibilities, repentance, sacrifice, a… a choice… But amidst K’nell’s grainy voice came one sentence above all others.

[i]“They exist.”[/i]

Something broke in Orvus, and he let out a desperate, bone chilling wail as he punched the dirt before him, leaving a small crater. For a moment his hand was coated in the tan soil, reminding him of the flesh that the dream had created. He stared at it, then wiped it away. They did not exist, they never did, and they never would. K’nell had lied to him and hurt him in a way even Orvus thought he was incapable of feeling.

Slowly the god pulled himself closer to the tree, and there he curled into a ball at the base of the glowing trunk. 

His thoughts felt heavy, and he was empty inside. Numb. So numb. His crying ceased, he had no more tears to shed. SIlent contemplation was all that remained for him. His first dream had shown him to create things that destroy, his second wanted him to truly pick. Creation or destruction. 

Creation.

Or.

Destruction. 

And that question would cripple his frayed soul to inaction, as he let himself be swallowed by the whirlpool. 

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Veradax mourns for Orvus’ loss, unreal as it was, his sphere shuts down just like he does.

His mind runs rampant with the dream’s false memories. 

Orvus is then crippled with inaction as he contemplated the question; Creation or destruction.

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