Within the confines of each Celestial Stone is said to exist a plane of existence unique to each entity. A realm of tranquility for those dislodged from the void and coiled into the mortal realm.
What is it to exist within a gem vessel? Your life, your mind, your entire being encased in luminescent crystal. The ponderings of mortal minds may never come to comprehend what happens within the stones. “My poor friend, where have you gone?”
He was alone in his thoughts, held within the imagery inside his mind. Boundless swarms of beings wrapped around him like a blanket, reaching out so that they too may find a shell to call home. Like a hermit-crab they yearned for a space bigger than their current form. The Shepherd gazed through his herd as if to locate something or someone.
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If only he knew what they did. Maybe his heart would not ache.
That is an assumption. None know what happened.
It is clear what happened. It’s presence is no longer felt.
Maybe he could wretch them back from the abyss.
Do you not think he has tried?
I wish to comfort him but I cannot commune directly.
To speak in mortal tongue. What a gift it would be.
Yet we communicate quite frequently. They simply do not understand.
Maybe they will in time?
If there are any who can. It is the Shepherd.
Wishful thinking leads to the demise of the mind.
That doesn’t make any sense.
Does any of this make sense?
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Image existing within your singular realm. One of safety and comfort. One bathed in a resounding light. Only to watch as the sky darkens, cracks and gives way. The landscape around you cataclysms until there is nothing but darkness. A darkness that will swallow you up and deliver you to the feeding grounds from which you once escaped.
One celestial had long been evicted from its sanctuary and thrown back into the abyss. Its stone crushed to dust. A misguided act of vengeance upon an innocent newborn to this realm. This untold story haunted the Shepherd. It was only after years of contemplation that he allowed himself to come to terms with the mysterious death of the Celestial. Within the confines of the Order a gentle resting place was mounted. A marked grave without the ashes of its owner labelled;
* ~ Balthazar ~ *