A beautiful woman was walking atop a stone floor, her every step atop wooden feet made with unbelievable craftsmanship causing a melodic sound to spread through the endlessly big plane filled with countless structures, one standing out far from the rest, shining as if it was the only one that truly mattered, even though all looked the exact same.
All of the structures were made of two slabs leaning onto each other, making them look like gigantic tents, ten pillars holding each of them up, the middle being free, five great pillars holding up the two sides, countless pillars holding up each and every single one of them, many twirled together with the great pillars, each a representation of one of the true great pillars that ruled above things and concepts beyond what many could imagine or even understand.
But only one of them seemed to be alive, moving slightly, as if breathing, with one of the great pillars constantly writhing, changing, understanding, countless intricate symbols, each a few feet across in size and more profound than any carvings made on most worlds, made by hand by the very being represented by that wall, the being she was going to meet as she continued to walk, her face seeming annoyed, if a bit angry even.
Although the most interesting thing was the sheer size of the slabs, held into place by a floor that was so big no mortal standing atop it could ever reach the end, because the size of each of the slabs was so great that multiple planets, perhaps even a single small sun, could fit into them and still be invisible, a prove of just how powerful they were, and even more so, that the laws of nature that gave each planet the shape of a sphere, was not enough to hold them back in any way, bending to the mere will, the mere presence of the being that decided to stay here and continue to work on that very temple, at least from time to time, despite it being destined to never ever be finished.
To be honest, not even the great pillars knew why there were so many of these structures here, even though they certainly had quite a lot of theories and ideas that might've explained it, still, it was hidden by someone that was even greater than them, the being residing here.
Finally, the wooden steps echoing through this endless place as her eyes saw every single one of the pillars, separated as far as planets, still as close as could be, her body soon becoming the size as to where the temple seemed ordinary, or perhaps always having been miniscule, she saw the man who was there, working on something as he always did, keeping his hands busy, choosing to put in effort needlessly.
His back given to her, covered in a white shirt filled with dust and dirt from carving the greyish stone, though the marks he had left were quite entrancing and incredibly beautiful, he stood there, the creator of kurakkans, the giver of change, the wall of the passing, the old man.
But she was not scared, she knew him too well, though he could easily defeat her if he so wished, something she was certain was not the purpose of her being called here.
"What do you want, #####?"
"Ahh" he turned around, his smile forming to an old laugh, dust moving as he stepped down and towards here, leaving the small ladder previously concealed by the greyish cloak she now realized he had been wearing as a loincloth as to not disturb his work here, "it does feel good to hear that name every once in a while.." the old man who now looked youthful, brash and fairly fit, a choice he had made to work on the stone, smiled brightly as he said that, feeling relieved in a weird way.
She waited for a bit, she knew he would continue speaking soon enough, he was someone that liked to express himself a bit weirdly when it came to friends, not that she minded it, it was quite refreshing to talk with someone that powerful who wasn't all stuck up and arrogant, someone who treated her as neither an equal, not as a insect, not as a god, but as a friend, for lack of a better term, something she had also been feeling, slightly, from Cades.
"But I do believe you know why I called you here, Coures..."
"He deserves to at least be pointed in the right direction, this journey, your plan, it is.. just saddening, it's... evil... why are you doing it like this?"
"He will understand who destroyed ehetria soon enough, he will understand that not all is lost just because he is lost, he will forsake his current species soon enough sas well, both of us understand that, but I must compell you, don't tell him who did it, his hatred can not yet reach them, and even if he knew, he would just destroy himself in trying."
"But-"
"Best to just let him believe it was the gods, it isn't entirely wrong after all, he jsut can'T hadn the enire truth yet.."
"..."
"Oh, I understand... you don't know who did it... do you..."
"No, but I do believe myself capable of understanding who did it."
"Who do you thing it was?"
"The traitor, the great pillar of dominion, the golden-eyed greedy child of the child."
"No, Numen is not guilty, he is not someone who would destroy a planet, at leas tnot with such a weak strike, the strike that happened was from far away, and far weaker than him, don't worry about it."
"I can see almost anything that happens in existence, only very few beings can stop my sight, though of course, as we all do, I choose not to see some things, so why can't I find out who did it, that's what I want to ask..."
"..."
"Old man, did you do it?"
"...no..."
With that the conversation was over, the old man, his hair still greyish and dirty, his face full of dirt and besmirched with shadows, went back to his work that he could finish with less time than required to snap his fingers if he so wished, and the great pillar went back to her domain, not to meet Leyk, but to simply wait for the next step of his plan, whatever the goal may be.