Kane and Linia settled into a tense, immediate planning session. Their proximity in the single, shared room of the gothic cathedral—a room that now felt deeply unsettling—forced a strange intimacy. Their goal was simple: Linia would invade Kane's dreams during his sleep cycle, attempting to navigate and decipher the jumbled sequence of visions that plagued him.
Linia, despite her composure, was deeply intrigued by the anomaly.For her to enter Kane's mind without issue was a formality.
As Kane drifted into a troubled sleep, he landed, as always, in the familiar, unsettling landscape of his dreams.
He found himself in the market square—not a market of the Forgotten Shore, but one of vast, cold marble and impossible scale. Now, however, the scene was overlaid with multiple, intersecting white lines, crisscrossing everywhere like a chaotic, glowing road map.
Kane finally pieced together the sequence of his recurring nightmares. The loop was precise and unwavering:
1.Enter the Market: The grand, marble square.
2.Meet the Blind Lady: Encountering the oracle figure.
3.Hear the Prophecy: Listening to the chilling lines about destiny and sacrifice—something about choosing a path above those he cared for, only to forsake them for some greater, incomprehensible reason. Kane never truly understood or connected with the emotional weight of this section.
4.The Scenes: The visions shifted to a sterile, empty auditorium, followed by brutal, overwhelming battlefield scenes.
Usually, Kane would cycle through this repetitive sequence until the sudden, violent shock of waking. He waited now for Linia to arrive, for the familiar tug of her presence on his subconscious.
He waited for what felt like an eternity. "Where is she?" he muttered into the illusory silence.
Suddenly, the world around him shook. Not the gentle vibration of a Dreamer entering the mindscape, but a violent, systemic tremor that threatened to tear the fabric of the dream apart.
'What is going on?' Kane thought, the fear of the unknown finally seizing him, and the violent shaking forced him awake.
Kane woke instantly, his eyes snapping open. Linia was nearby, sitting up on the bed, watching him with a look of intense, frustrated focus.
"I guess, you shook me up?" Kane asked, his tone indifferent, covering the residual terror of the shaking dreamscape.
"Yeah, I had to wake you up," Linia confirmed, sliding off the bed.
Kane swung his legs over the edge, checking his physical surroundings in the dim room before focusing on his partner. "So, what exactly happened? What blocked you?"
Linia exhaled a sharp breath. "Actually, I couldn't. I haven't even sensed your dream."
Kane's eyes widened, a flicker of genuine shock crossing his face. "Seriously? You didn't sense my dream? Then what exactly is it?"
"I have no idea," Linia admitted, the frustration evident in her voice. "I tried to barge into your 'supposed' dream-space, but there's nothing to barge into. It's utterly null. Blank."
Kane pondered the terrifying nullity of his dreams. He had experienced the visions, but if Linia couldn't sense them, they weren't typical dream . Linia looked at the confusion etched on his face.
"I have a theory. Do you want to listen?" she asked, her voice dropping.
"Sure. Spill it."
Linia sighed, the weight of her theory pressing down on her. "I... think what you have encountered might be your own Memory, not a dream."
Kane's mouth fell open. "That doesn't make sense! The places and people I saw aren't even in the same setting where I grew up in the Outskirts, which certainly didn't have an auditorium or a market of that style!"
Linia spoke with quiet confidence. "I theorized this before. When people typically sleep, they might have a chance to recollect forgotten memories. There might be a possibility that these aren't dreams, but fragments of a vision or a past manifesting."
Kane scoffed, shaking his head. "But my dreams and my life aren't related at all."
[Linia POV]
Linia considered her next move. Even though she had a strong theory, the dream's inaccessibility baffled her. She subtly checked her internal runes:
Attributes:[Uniqueness of Darkness] [Midnight Poet] [Weapon Specialist] [Lost Soul]
During her harrowing fight in the Vertical City, she had advanced from [Sleepless] to the terrifying, enigmatic [Midnight Poet]. She was shocked; this change was profound, suggesting a similar advance like a Beyonder pathways of what she know
"I have found a way to test this theory," she said, looking up at Kane.
"What should I do?" Kane asked.
Linia patted the bed beside her. "Lie down beside me."
Kane looked at her, his confusion evident, but he settled down without question, trusting her judgment implicitly.
Linia explained her method. "I'm going to sing a poem—a cadence that will make you tranquil, resting your mind and body. While in that state, you try to intensely recollect the dreams. We might have a chance of dragging the vision to the surface."
Kane nodded and closed his eyes, trusting her. Linia began to sing, her voice low, melodious, and profoundly unsettling, weaving together two disparate verses.
"When once the sun sinks in the west, And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, Or its companionable star, The evening primrose opens anew Its delicate blossoms to the dew; And, hermit-like, shunning the light...
...Lacking clothes and food, they have no shelter in the cold. They are drenched by rains, and huddle around the rocks for lack of shelter. They are orphans snatched from the breast, hope lost on them; they are the poor that have been forced off the proper path. The Evernight did not forsake them, but bestowed them with love."
[Kane's POV]
The lyrics washed over Kane, the poem's dual nature—the tranquil beauty of the first stanza and the desolate mercy of the second—having a profound, immediate effect. His mind, body, and soul sank into a state of profound tranquility, his constantly racing thoughts calming for the first time in memory.
He slowly, methodically tried to recollect the entire dream from the beginning. He saw the first time he encountered the dream, right after he and Linia first met Effie. He recalled all the relentless scenes, zeroing in on the cryptic quote the Blind Girl had given him:
"Nothing and everything are the same. Past is the cause of the future, and future is the effect of the past. Shed with change, and change will shred you."
In his tranquil state, the quote achieved chilling clarity.
'Nothing and everything are the same' means that change is an illusion, that what has happened is already pre-decided. 'That means if I relate it to me, what is happening to me now is already decided by someone,' he deduced, a cold, metaphysical dread seizing him.
'Past is the cause of the future, and future is the effect of the past.' The second part enforces the first, creating a terrifying concept of interlinked fate. My future actions are utterly dependent on a past , and my past is shaped by a future I must fulfill. 'In short, it is a loop,' he realized.
'Shed with change, and change will shred you,' The final line was a terrifying mandate: accept the change, whatever it is, or be destroyed by it.
After the agonizing analysis, he tried to connect the vision to its origin. That's when he noticed the temporal link: the dreams began after escaping the soul-devouring tree. That suggested that when he was forcefully cut free, the brutal severance of his mind-threads somehow opened a locked chamber inside his own consciousness. These 'visions' were not dreams, but a forced recollection flooding his mind.
Kane now clearly understood the source, but the implication of the loop left him reeling. Then, everything hit him like a physical vehicle. He summoned his primary runes to check the name of his ultimate power.
Aspect Name: Emperor of Rebirth
'Don't tell me...' Kane thought, a raw, screaming panic rising within him.
At that exact moment, the Spell confirmed his worst fear:
[You have unlocked Your Aspect Legacy: Essence of the Past]
A terrifying internal visualization erupted—a colossal wheel with Seven glowing spokes began to rotate with agonizing slowness in a clockwise direction, deep within his very soul. Kane immediately ripped open his runes to check the new, chilling entry:
Aspect Legacy: Essence of the Past
Essence of the Past Description: [You are a reincarnated soul who bears a mission. As the current Deputy of Heaven, you will retrace your past by erasing your current self and accepting your past self.]
Kane's heart skipped a beat. The tranquil state shattered, replaced by a cold, annihilating terror. He was not meant to survive; he was meant to be overwritten. His life, his suffering, his triumphs—all of it was just a fragile shell waiting to be shredded.
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Here are the few Webnovel stories I might start (not Immediately,But surely I will)
1.Shadow Slave: Lumian Lee
Spoilers for the Domain war:
Lumian Lee and Aurora Lee,who was awakened who was in Valor Clan,When lord of shadows and Song of the fallen Siezed the domain from the Soveriegn,Unfortunate things befalled on them,What happened?Lumian must forge his own path from his own blood and conflicts
2.LOTM:New Greater Old One
Morpheus,the transmigrated into the world of lord of the mysteries,is forced to take the most crazy pathway switches that makes even alista Tudor see sane
3.LOTM:I am king Grey
The original MC of Tbate,King Grey/Arthur Leywin,when he died,what will happen he transmigrated into Loen Kingdom instead of Dicathen?