His pursuit of Nirvana may have been one originally programmed into him, but he can say with that conviction that the goal is now his own. As others turned away from the Law or found it held no allure, the vision of the blue sky and sandy shores remains burned into the back of his eyelids.
As if summoned by his thoughts, the stairwell and storage room melts away, concrete fragmenting into sand as darkness gives way to soft light. Gentle waves lap at their feet and a cruise ship floats in the horizon. The sun is no longer black, looking normal and bathing them in warm but gentle rays. Behind them is a large mansion, but there's a strange void in the gaps between that one's gaze tends to slide over; those are the incomplete parts of Serph's vision.
"If you do not have hope," Serph begins, his appearance returned to his many winged form, feathers pointed towards the sun, "where does your conviction to pursue your goal come from?"
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His pursuit of Nirvana may have been one originally programmed into him, but he can say with that conviction that the goal is now his own. As others turned away from the Law or found it held no allure, the vision of the blue sky and sandy shores remains burned into the back of his eyelids.
As if summoned by his thoughts, the stairwell and storage room melts away, concrete fragmenting into sand as darkness gives way to soft light. Gentle waves lap at their feet and a cruise ship floats in the horizon. The sun is no longer black, looking normal and bathing them in warm but gentle rays. Behind them is a large mansion, but there's a strange void in the gaps between that one's gaze tends to slide over; those are the incomplete parts of Serph's vision.
"If you do not have hope," Serph begins, his appearance returned to his many winged form, feathers pointed towards the sun, "where does your conviction to pursue your goal come from?"