[center][h2]Finding the afterlife[/h2][/center]

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With the birth of life and death, there was one thing he saw, and that was the new creation of the tree, a temple to the being before him that he stood equal to. He watched as he saw the tree of life sprout life unimaginable to him, he saw nothing but inspiration from that, and he slowly mimicked the woman in front of him, as he lowered to the earth below. He slowly watched the tree, and how it sprouted, how it reproduced. He plucked a sprout from the tree as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. He saw many things, but the first thing he saw as a shadow. He smiled a bit, and slowly rested his hand on the sprout, feeling a small hard object in it. He saw an acorn, he ran his hands over it, and it felt warm, it felt alive. It felt like something foreign to him but he fell in love with it. 

He looked up, sighed, and saw a flower, bright and red like the one who created it on the ground, holding onto the root of a tree as it hung there seemingly for its life in the sun. Then he saw her once again; he saw life. As he looked at Allianthé, he decided to give her a gift. 

Death touched the flower, and held it up towards her, but in that moment the flower turned blue, and cold, it grew weak and frail as it seemingly withers away in his hand, but in reality, it had changed, he had mimicked again her power, and instead of creating life, changed it into a new form. He was heartbroken and figured she likely would as well as she looked upon the thing he had take from her. He had broke her creation by touching it. Where his feet landed and where he walked he noticed that the grass wept, and turned into a different color, that it felt cold compared to where it was before, but there in his wake, there was another flower turned blue and wilted. 

He turned dropping the flower and ran into the shadow, almost as if he knew it was safety, almost as if he knew it was the place he could be alone in his troubles as he had done exactly what he felt was right, but did everything wrong in that moment. But in his troubles, he did not see something that others might, as the flower touched the weakening light behind the tree's root, when the shadow enveloped it, and darkness took hold over it's blue petals. It grew into a beautiful blooming flower that glowed. He mimicked the fire of red, with the coolness of blue, and he did not know that he had created something opposite to her. But, he did not realize most of all, he created life, he created a spirit flower. Just a small thing he created, but he did it. And there were now two to grow in the darkness. 

But there is something he did find: that to another place, one he felt was created with him, and for him. He knew the Khodex had written in his creation, but in that moment, he saw what was purposed there. And all he saw was a vast landscape empty and barren. He saw a single portal behind him. He saw the movement of the worlds behind him, and he reached out and created many more so that they did not flash away. But one he his from his vision behind a thousand others was that of the tree, for he felt as if he should not bear witness to such a shaming event. 

He instead took the branch in one hand, and he slowly moved into the world that was meant for him, he felt as each step as if he could build and create here. He felt as if he needed to, he did need to, he needed to control this place. But his head shook, and walked away from the circle of portals he had arranged behind him. He just looked back at the thousands of things to happen, and felt as he could leap into those places if he could, but he wished not. He at that moment, wished to be alone, and kept walking back. But the branch, he looked down and saw it in his hand again. He slowly crouched down and placed the stem of the sprout into the ground, then watching as the acorn fell off. He touched it, and slid it into the ground again, seeing a sprout. He smiled and looked up, hopeful once again, he began to create with what he saw.

He imagined walls high, and thus made them, he imagined fun mazes, and holes. He remembered what he saw of the tree, and created building after building to mimick, but then expand into his own flavor of architecture. His walls turned from broken wood to white, stone pillars, and towers reached high, wall and room after room surrounding each of the portals, and then he stopped. Remembering what was at his feet, he created a plaza, and in the middle was the sprout and the acorn, two things to grow there should they wish. 

They were the only true beauty he saw, as he looked up to look at his walls; instead of the beauty of life he was born into, it was only walls of stone, only towers of ethereal mist that he knew was solid. He continued to build around the place where his precious tokens were, and kept building and building around him. He created plains, with trees of blue, and grass bright white to mimick what he saw. But his authentic parts were two mazes. The first around the portals, and the ones at the edges of his vision and beyond that. HE knew that those would be a way to protect his tokens and protect the one thing he felt made him him in that moment. But in that moment he also saw something else growing beside the two trees, which seemed to be faint red flowers, and seemingly between the worlds. He touched them both, and realized that he felt the warmth as if he was standing underneath that tree again. 

But, he knew now, that this was where he was meant to be. He again, felt cold, and looked at the maze in front of him, he could do more. But what.


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Death created spirit flowers after changing two flowers he touched. One hopes to use it as a gift, the other on accident. He fled before realizing he didn't kill the flowers, only changed them to a different property. He fled into the world that was created for him, the afterlife. This realm parallels the main one, which he can move from one point to the next. 

He planted a branch/acorn in the afterlife, and created the afterlife with two mazes to make it hard to travel/easy to get lost in the deepest parts of the afterlife in, and a world similar to the one he saw, mostly plains with sparse trees. Also realized that he had brought the two flowers into the world of the afterlife.
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still at 10 only putting to life what was written into Khodex that he is finding.
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