The small child asked the stranger if he could read her a bed time story to sleep. A strange request to a stranger that one has only known for a day.
Yet within this child was bit a single hint of suspicion.
"Why?" Yun queried.
"Why what?" The child responded.
Yun smiled "Why would you ask a complete stranger to read you a bedtime story? What if I kidnap you? Or sell you for parts? Or even worse, what if turn you into a monkey so your mother wouldn't even recognise you?"
He tested her reaction.
And her answer surprised him.
"You don't seem to be someone who carries those types of stories. So could you tell me a bed time story?" She asked.
Yun could only chuckle as he stood up "Alright, im done either way."
Two figures headed towards the bedroom, one large and one small. Yet despite their relationship being nothing but strangers, this little girl chose to trust.
"Alright, back in my hometown there was a story about three little pigs." Yun began only to be interrupted.
"I meant past stories. You seem to have plenty of past stories. I prefer the stories of the past and history." She made her request before pointing at the key on his necklace.
"What's the story behind that shining key?" She asked.
Yun remained silent before sighing, "I will tell you a story about the despair of someone who chased perfection. And the world he viewed as a prison built from a cave by his own hands."
"A story about a self-enshrouded recluse, a story about a junior and a senior."
And so Yun began to tell the story with vivid descriptions before the finale ended with the letter to his dear junior.
"So what do you think? Was he wrong to think he had committed the biggest mistake?" Yun asked.
Ophelia pursed her lips, "I don't think he was wrong, nor was he right. I think each person has their own views and both can be mutually existing."
Yun whistled gently "Wow, not at all like a child." He chuckled as he gave his own thoughts, "I agree though, while that recluse may have believed that he had greatly sinned I believe its simply a difference in personal beliefs."
He got up as the child asked "You aren't a wandering doctor at all are you?" His actions slowed as he gave a faint smile.
"To borrow the words of someone who was resolute enough to survive in the shadow of the Nihility. You know my nature, remember my deeds. Thus I am a wandering doctor." He faintly smiled.
He soon realised that he from the perspective of the trailblazer had truly learnt a lot. Even if here, he was not the trailblazer, he would carry the lessons and growth as a past player.
"I will be leaving soon after I finish adjusting the parameters. You're an interesting kid. Grow up well." He waved her off as he merged into the darkness.
Morning soon came as the mother, daughter pair woke up and arrived to see that the person of interest was missing.
The front door soon was knocked thrice as Ophelia opened it to see the "wandering doctor". He stepped in as he placed the related objects for treatment.
"Here we are, the memory bubble configured to update your remembrance periodically. I spent a bit more time to make it automatic. So I took a bit more time to finish this product." He soon began to introduce the bubble and its workings.
"And that's it, you shouldn't have any more problems." He sighed as he glanced outside at the beautiful scenery.
A scenery he would likely miss.
But this place was not for him, he belonged to the stars. He may not be a trailblazer but he was a trailblazer at heart.
"Thank you for the meals, I will be leaving this evening after my last round of check ups. I wish you a peaceful recovery." He gracefully packed his things into his bag and nodded before leaving.
The little child rushed after him as he walked down the gravel road.
The birds chirped and the sun dyed the sky an orange hue.
Everything was just so perfect.
It made him miss home.
Not the home as in the school he and Zandar once attended.
Not the home in which he slept for a majority of the time.
He missed home.
The home of the soul.
This beautiful orange sky.
He couldn't help but speak from his soul.
"If for a thousand life times, I could witness this view."
"Every life time would be dyed in this hue."
"Life moves without rest."
"Leaving the wandering soul to accept."
"His home is long gone."
"Leaving remembrance to open wounds that were once bygone."
"My home is long gone."
"My home has disappeared."
"For reality has decreed."
"That the home within the soul, is nothing but deceased."
The girl was stunned when she heard the words spouting from his mouth. Perhaps it was not a good monologue, but she understood the pain and longing from his emotions.
"Wait! I want to thank you for your help you've given me and the village." The little girl tripped as she rushed to catch up.
In that moment she saw a hand offered to her as it reached out to grab her hand.
By now she had long figured out this man's identity. But he wasn't attempting to hide it either. A genius from the genius society.
Which genius was not her concern.
But it was truly interesting. Such a genius, was so pitiful.
His presence didn't even seem like it belonged. She was long aware that the villagers wanted him to feel at home while he was here.
Ultimately it was a pointless exercise.
And he had hidden it well behind the attitude of a genius.
For geniuses are people too.
Yet for this genius so out of place, he didn't belong to anywhere. Yet despite that, he still stretched out a helping hand to those who needed it.
"No need. I've been thanked by the villagers already. They've given me a bag of supplies for my trip." He spoke softly staring at the slowly waning orange skies.
The girl nodded "I will be your assistant! Take me with you."
Yun shook his head "I do not need an assistant. What I seek, no one can provide. Perhaps only the Aeons may have a clue. But even then, I must still hold suspicions. No need to think about it."
And so the wandering genius left the village without much suspense. He didn't think he had achieved much. Simply helping out within his own capabilities.
To him, this was a very simple straight forward story that would be buried in his remembrance.
But just as the genius and small girl had agreed, there is no black and white. Both things can be mutually existing at the same time.
To him, this event was likely nothing of note. Just a boring chapter within his own remembrance that would some day be buried beneath the mountain of "important events" he would go through.
But to her, this mundane chapter was the start of her yearn towards the cosmos and the vast amount of stories buried among the stars.
A hunger for these stories grew within her restless soul, awakened by the presence of a wanderer among the stars.
In the future, if one were to cross upon this memokeeper and ask why she had become a memokeeper.
Perhaps she might show you a lightcone. A lightcone created from her memories by the senior memokeeper who had brought her into the folds of the remembrance.
Her story had started because of someone did not look like they belonged anywhere. A wandering genius.
[A Hand Reaching Through Time]
[Remembrance]
[When unit is healed or shielded, increase Crit Rate by 30%. When one or more Erudition path characters are on the field, all memosprites gain increased 30% Crit Damage.]
"Are you interested in that person?" A mysterious figure watched the back of the genius slowly fade into obscurity. His figure grew smaller as he gained distance.
As the sun set, so too did his figure disappear.
The little girl did not answer until she could no longer glimpse that figure, as if it was a sin to waste a single second of observation. "Yes, I pity him. I'm forever thankful for his help. But also because of his presence did I learn the preciousness of memories."
"If he were not here, then I'd likely have to watch my mother slip away slowly until she forgets even me. If a person were to forget who they were, are they still them?"
The hooded figure nodded "A rock is sometimes never just a rock. But hides stories more vast than any other book. That man is a walking mass of stories. In fact, to us, he is a crown jewel. Someone who exists but is a blank. Don't you think it'd be a waste for such a person's memories to remain forever unknown?"
The girl thought about it for a bit, "Indeed it is a pity. He told me that what he wanted, no person could provide for him. Perhaps not even the Aeons."
The hooded figure chuckled "You have a great talent. Would you like to become join the Garden of Recollection? In this way, you could perhaps one day catch up to that man and record his journey for no one else would."
She nodded "I wish to witness his journey and record it within memories. What price will I pay?"
The hooded figure spoke softly "People will remain oblivious to your presence unless you are willing to reveal yourself. You will cast away your physical body."
"Just like how people fail to acknowledge that swans could be black until the encounter them?" She questioned.
"Yeah just like that." The memokeeper replied.
"Yeah, just like that."