Mundanity

"I...don't believe so, no.'

Elira blinked. The man in front of her looked uncomfortable.

'Alright. May i have your name, though?'

There was second of silence.

'Quill.'

Elira slightly narrowed her eyes and then nodded. She wondered about asking for a last name, then shrugged and waited for the 10th floor to arrive. She was too tired to care.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and Elira stepped into the hall of day and night, heading straight for the shrine. She needed to have some time with herself.

---

Quill welcomed the fresh air. He didn't particularly like enclosed spaces, and it was rather uncomfortable in the elevator with that woman's sharp gaze.

Sighing quietly, he finally looked around the hall, only to be awestruck by it's beauty.

It was truly a sight to behold, with tinted glass covering the circular walls of the room, the arrangements depicting various scenes that were mesmerizing, but Quill found himself at a loss as to what they were actually showing.

The floor was covered in stone, but the arrangement caught his attention. A half of it was in obsidian, while the other was polished white marble. The floor itself was inlaid with tiny gemstones placed at certain distances that shone in the brilliant light of the glass chandeliers that hung from the ceiling.

The most eye-catching was the the circular rows of stone benches that were arranged around a centerpiece. The display consisted of two large globes that spun around each other, with one being much smaller than the other. Both shone with light, but Quill's couldn't see any light inside of the globes. Moreover, the material used to make them was rather holographic, so thin that Quill could only barely see the outlines. 

There were quite a lot of people sitting in front of the beautiful structure, and Quill couldn't ascertain why, until a dim bell rang somewhere.

The lights seemed to dim, and the structure was the main source of light. Within the globes glowed a faint light that illuminated the entire hall.

Silence echoed throughout the hall, just before a soft voice said a few words in the silence.

The voice continued on, the words fading into an unknown melody, as few others raised their voices as well.

Quill's eyes widened.

'A prayer song....'

It had been some time since he had heard one. After his his mother, a devout follower of the Daylight moon had died, the cathedral was a forbidden place that no one even dared to mention in the house. 

The entire scene was beautiful, the thousands of stars in the sky that shone through the tinted glass only adding to the aura of the place.

The choir itself was sung in ancient runic; a language that Quill had only ever learnt a minor part of. However, something about that only made it more captivating; a song that carried so many emotions in simple melody rather than words.

As if in a trance, Quill sat down on one of the benches, swaying in the pull of the prayer. He wasn't particularly devotional, nor did he have a faith he believed in, but somehow, the entire scene was one that gave him a warm feeling of comfort.

The two globes seemed to represent the Sun and the moon, the two deities that ruled over light and darkness together. Their union was used to represent that no matter how different, one could always join hands with another.

The entire scene made him sleepy. It took all of his willpower to fight against the alluring option of sleep. Reminding himself that he had paid for a room here with a good amount of his money, he forced himself to remain as a quiet observer who watched this sight with no particular devotion or dedication, but rather with a sense of awe.

The bell chimed again, and this time, the melody changed, moving on to one that was much more calm, as soothing as a breeze.

Despite his best attempts to fight sleep, his mind seemed to cave in as well. For once in a long time, he felt... safe.

---

Quill opened his eyes a few minutes later. He had woken up on his accord, but his eyes still seemed heavy with sleep. He was still in darkness, so it didn't seem like he had slept for that long. 

There were still faint lights burning all around him, and the faint light from the glowing spheres still shone in his face.

Quill blinked. What spheres? What was he thinking about?

Quill raised a hand to his head, grimacing while trying to calm down the flurry of thoughts that were flowing through his head.

'Curse this stupid disease...'

Delein was the name for this disease. He would always remember that, considering the fact that he was the one who named it. Why had he named it that way? perhaps God would know.

As far as he was aware, he was the only one who suffered from Delein, but that wasn't anything to worry about, really.

The corruption that had been causing diseases and and creating new problems long before he was born. Rare diseases caused by mutation of corruption cells and defiled essence were popping up everywhere on the world, utterly unstoppable and extremely horrifying. Often, some of these diseases were fatal.

His wasn't that bad, but the problem was that he had memory problems. However, it wasn't in the normal sense of simply forgetting things.

Rather, it was that with every action that he performed, he received a strange influx of memories that made little to no sense. If he tried to recall something, it was difficult to ascertain which was his true memory and which was an illusioned memory.

His memories seemed more jumbled then usual, to the point where Quill could barely recall where he was.

However, with each question that he conjured, his brain only got more and more jumbled. Eventually, he gave up, as he usually did against these memories. 

Whatever the case was, he could remember that he needed sleep, and that was a true fact. Undeniable.

However, wherever he was, it didn't feel like a comfortable place. 

Groaning, Quill forced himself to stand up, stifling another yawn in the process.

 As soon as his feet touched the ground, however, he was fully awake, his mind completely alert.

Quill tentatively raised his foot again and stamped it down again, but the hard, rocky ground remained the same. It wasn't an illusion. The water covering the ground seeped into his shoes.

Quill was shaking, as he rapidly spun around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. 

He might not remember exactly where he was before, but it surely wasn't this place.

His throat was dry, heart beating much faster than it should have.

A second later, his eyes opened wide, his hands limply falling to his side.