[ privacy is fallacy for serenity at any rate - except, coincidentally, where it comes to the other gods. she can see all there is across abraxas, everything that isn't shielded by magic or a god's domain. with every lifetime laid out before her from start to finish, it's too much to hold on to any details. it all blurs together in a dizzying spiral of colors and sounds, hopes and fears, joy and misery and everything in between.
it's enough to drive anyone mad. eksya's impression of her isn't inaccurate. serenity is doing her best just to be, to exist at all without getting lost in the mire. a young girl named river struggled in much the same way, clutching onto a sense of humanity that had been carved out of her with knives and needles. now those memories are gone and the mad maiden remains, a being with too much power and a fractured grasp on reality. everything is and is not at the same time, so she it only makes sense that she is and is not too.
but her cognition doesn't reach the gods. she isn't overwhelmed by the sights and sensations of the godlands or the horizon, isn't privy to the inner workings of her fellow divinity without coming into physical contact with them. she can't tell that eksya is just above her in the trees, and for that scared little girl that fought so hard to maintain control only to lose it in the end, the silent but stalwart companionship of the singularity is a blessing.
she can count on one hand the number of people she's touched in the last few centuries. but here, she can reach out to the singularity and feel connection without pain. it's the closest she ever comes to feeling whole again. ]
They call it a "holy relic" but I think it's just a hairbrush or a comb. I can't remember the last time I ever brushed my hair.
[ despite its extreme length and the way it shifts in the air when she uses her magic. it must be ancient, carried by her followers for generations as something sacred to protect, only to end up losing it. it seems fitting somehow. they are fanatics, after all. ]
Nothing special about it, but maybe it could be, as a reward for anyone that makes it to the end of the forgotten maze. What do you think? You've given us gifts before.
[ she smiles and waits, knowing no answer will be coming but content to sit in the silence of her one-sided conversation anyway. it's hard to say if the magic granted to them by the singularity is truly a "gift," especially with the messy path she's fallen down as a result of it. but for all her anguish and confusion over the centuries, she has never blamed the singularity. perhaps she should, but she doesn't. it stands eternal at the core of them all, and they are left to make what they will of the magic at their fingertips.
she wants to do the same for those desperate and foolish enough to pray to her. just a nudge, a drop of her power for them to take the next step forward on a path of their own. maybe she'll make it a comb that gives you good dreams... ]
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it's enough to drive anyone mad. eksya's impression of her isn't inaccurate. serenity is doing her best just to be, to exist at all without getting lost in the mire. a young girl named river struggled in much the same way, clutching onto a sense of humanity that had been carved out of her with knives and needles. now those memories are gone and the mad maiden remains, a being with too much power and a fractured grasp on reality. everything is and is not at the same time, so she it only makes sense that she is and is not too.
but her cognition doesn't reach the gods. she isn't overwhelmed by the sights and sensations of the godlands or the horizon, isn't privy to the inner workings of her fellow divinity without coming into physical contact with them. she can't tell that eksya is just above her in the trees, and for that scared little girl that fought so hard to maintain control only to lose it in the end, the silent but stalwart companionship of the singularity is a blessing.
she can count on one hand the number of people she's touched in the last few centuries. but here, she can reach out to the singularity and feel connection without pain. it's the closest she ever comes to feeling whole again. ]
They call it a "holy relic" but I think it's just a hairbrush or a comb. I can't remember the last time I ever brushed my hair.
[ despite its extreme length and the way it shifts in the air when she uses her magic. it must be ancient, carried by her followers for generations as something sacred to protect, only to end up losing it. it seems fitting somehow. they are fanatics, after all. ]
Nothing special about it, but maybe it could be, as a reward for anyone that makes it to the end of the forgotten maze. What do you think? You've given us gifts before.
[ she smiles and waits, knowing no answer will be coming but content to sit in the silence of her one-sided conversation anyway. it's hard to say if the magic granted to them by the singularity is truly a "gift," especially with the messy path she's fallen down as a result of it. but for all her anguish and confusion over the centuries, she has never blamed the singularity. perhaps she should, but she doesn't. it stands eternal at the core of them all, and they are left to make what they will of the magic at their fingertips.
she wants to do the same for those desperate and foolish enough to pray to her. just a nudge, a drop of her power for them to take the next step forward on a path of their own. maybe she'll make it a comb that gives you good dreams... ]