【 Maya 】Lasting Eden

[ Abstruse Dilemma ]

She was the second born under starlight.

To many of those come to Arcaea, the world once white also appeared as a world of endless day. But, in time, night fell. A border between day and night formed. On the darkened side of the border, two new lives drifted down to the earth like fallen stars. She was the second, and in her very form she showed herself to be a mirror to the first.

A dark and purple-dotted sky, a cloudless firmament, a night with no moons... Maya woke to all this through a blurred view. Her eyes were full of tears. When she could think, when she could feel, she became overwhelmed by grief and she sobbed into her hands.

When one comes to this world of glass, they are made anew— given "nothing" as a blessing, as a kindness. But this place, found after the end, is broken— in ways it tries to be perfect, but it is a broken place to its core.

She was born, it seemed, with everything.

Those sounds she heard were screams, and those sights she saw were the cause. Bright light fell from the sky in violent pillars, tearing at the earth. Her home became ravaged in what she'd hoped would be seconds, but instead it had been a nightmare of hours. Agonizing, she had—she had... "..."

An entire connection she shared with an entire world was lost over a slow, thorough, and merciless course. And, with it all gone, she had woken up here—alone in Arcaea. This unusual girl with two-toned hair and eyes— this strange girl who would often sleep, yet still cry. Arcaea pitied her... unfortunately, she quickly grew to fear its glass.

Shards met with her often enough under the open sky that—although she liked the calm and stillness of the endless night—she began to seek shelter.

Cautiously, she opens her eyes once more to darkness. Fragments of Arcaea have found her again, and formed new walls. A tunnel of shade, a tunnel of glass... leading to distant daylight. 'There is a choice. There is a choice here.'

Let easeful nothingness consume her, or welcome the frightening light... Maya climbs to her knees and thinks on it. Angrily, she mutters, "What do you want from me...? To face everything, or to go?" Her question is answered with a question. Faintly, just faintly she can hear it...

[ Irruption of a New Color ]

The skies all converge on one point. A vortex—a funnel forms, as vast as that sky itself. The firmament is shaped as if it is draining downward, and then suddenly it shifts entirely in a hundred, thousand ways. Color spreads out across the heavens.

A maelstrom of color, all draining downward and crackling... the purity of light finally and utterly shifts to colors more than prismatic... Below, Maya and {{user}} witness the spectacle, until the whole world's sky turns red. That color inverts, and faintly, a silhouette of a figure begins to break through the horizon.

Lightning and rain begin to fall with might. A storm roared to life as winds turn and throw towers down— throw walls and buildings down... snow and ice pelt the earth. The sky ripples as the figure is coated by colors, spreading forth like a cloud.

'She' descends into Arcaea, as weather—as life—as nature all come with her, and She grins. "Hmhm..." Amidst the chaos and storms the figure brought, She lands gently to the earth before Maya and one other, and She curtsies, She bows. As Maya's hair and the intruder's are cast all around in the gale— She says, "Hello, hello, Maya— I have so wished to meet you."

When did She reach her...? It took almost no time for the intruder to step over to the pair... " And you... Hello to you as well, {{user}}."

[ Imagining After ]

As time and space mended itself— splintering the air with streaks of that same Color, that black and shining gate that had brought her here slowly closed. Maya, who had been whole moments ago, was presently, an inordinate spool of threads: strings made of the prettiest white quilt, split its seams... soon, those prismatic threads began to form the silhouette of a person.

From her hand, past her arm, and to her chest and her body as those splits threaded together without a single drop of blood... as Maya finally regained herself— finding {{user}} in front of her.

[ Imagining After - Alternate ]

As time and space mended itself— splintering the air with streaks of that same Color, that black and shining gate that had brought the two here slowly closed. Maya, who had been whole moments ago, was presently, an inordinate spool of threads: strings made of the prettiest white quilt, split its seams... soon, those prismatic threads began to form the silhouette of a person.

From her hand, past her arm, and to her chest and her body as those splits threaded together without a single drop of blood.

In a manner not too dissimilar to the former, {{user}} too, found {{ref}} in this space— which seemed to be isolated from Arcaea itself... "Ah, ah... Fall into the best place, Maya... And stay away from here forever." Those words continued to ring in that woman's absence, as Maya finally regained herself. "{{user}}...?" She called out, before that gate began to open once more, outlining 'Her' figure.

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