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The chair swung back and forth, with each swing a crack sounding through. The figure in the chair stared outside his window, where only darkness could be seen, and whispered softly: ‘There was once a ravenous creature that stood powerful, dominating all and immortal for as long as it stayed inside its prison. The cold and silent walls of the prison reached as far as the eye could see, icy cold to the touch and impossible to climb. ‘One day the creature saw his prison crumble, making it possible to escape. However, it remained inside.’ Then the figure turned and stared across it with unmoving eyes. ‘Why is that?’

Demented_Guy_ · Fantasy
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Temple of Sky

On the first wall of the Temple of Sky, it showed a grotesque twisting humanoid figure that had no forever form and would continuously change and twist. The only thing that remained forever same were the greedy eyes of the figure.

The crude work of the artist had depicted this extremely well, as if preferring to focus on the details instead of the general work: the eyes were round and cold, staring directly in front of it. The rest of its body would twist and change, the carved swirls of a cloak billowing around it, but the eyes continued to stay motionless, forever staring in front of it.

The background behind it showed a constantly changing world, from the beauty of trees, mountains and rivers to an empty landscape void of all life to stars carved in five lines.

At first Angel had thought that the landscape could never be the same, but after studying the First Wall he found that every day, it would start all over again, like the same set of events happening in different orders in a forever continuing loop. The backgrounds repeated, but never in the same order.

It was beautiful, in a strange, twisted way. The figure always changed, except for those greedy round eyes, the world the figure lived in always changed, but in the end came back to itself, even if nothing happened in the same order.

Angel named the First Wall 'Destruction and Creation'.

The second wall of the Temple of Sky showed a circle. It covered a third of the entire wall, with the wall outside the circle consisting of nothing, while inside the circle were drawn numerous hands reaching up and out, so tiny that at first Angel had thought them to be patterns.

The circle was actually two, with outside of the other. Both stayed perfectly in the middle, never touching as one was larger and one smaller.

There was nothing specific to be named, so Angel decided to call it Unnamed Wall.

The third was simple, showing a person with their head bowed and a veil covering their face. They wore a robe similar to the one Angel was wearing, but much more simple because of the crudeness of the artist.

Above its head hung a moon and a sun, and below the moon and sun shifting round-like forms that would float around.

The figure was the Being of the Nights and Days.

This was the wall that Angel would pray to.

At first he wanted to call it Sky, it being the hope that ignited the sole reason Angel would live no matter what, but in a sudden moment he decided to name it Freedom instead.

After all, was that not what he truly sought? The Sky was merely a reward for getting out, but not why he wanted to get out. Yes, he wanted to see the Sky, because it symbolised all that he believed in, but what he truly wanted to see was freedom.

The fourth wall showed a circle like the one on the Unarmed Wall, only it was much larger and not complete. This time, instead of numerous hands out stretching from it, it showed hands rising beside it, stretching up to the incomplete circle.

This time the naming was much simpler—Angel decided to humour himself and named it the Named Wall.

On the fifth and last wall of the Temple of Sky, two round greedy eyes stared out, still as round and greedy as those on Destruction and Creation, but this time its body never moved, if it even had a body. The artist had made cuts in the wall spreading out from the figure, making the entire wall look like a complete mess of tangles.

However, it was beautiful in its own right, with the complete stillness of the figure surrounded in a mess of tangles.

At first Angel thought that the eyes were the same: cruel and greedy, but after a while he saw that the edges of the two round circles were jagged, with slight wisps of cuts emerging from around it.

The figure was angry.

Angel decided to call it Cost of Greed.