The Void

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A void.

That's all Mia had perceived as soon as she'd been old enough to have the capability to have a rudimentary understanding of the world around her.

A void remained hollow, empty. Devoid of life. Outside space and light and time.

Hollow and empty. That's what Mia realised he was. Natural human curiosity prompted the searching of this void, just like when mankind's descendents crawled out of the oceans and gazed up into the starry night. Perhaps a sense of awe was felt back then, perhaps not. Still, Mia felt a degree of awe as to how something could be so empty. If what she perceived was night, then it was stygian.

Devoid of life. That was how what she perceived to be was, or at least on the inside. It was similar to that which was above Weyard in a way, seemingly full of life, light and beauty. If one could travel there all they would find was a vacuum of those things. What Mia perceived was similar, although what was presented externally was lacking in those qualities even then.

Space, light and time. What she perceived was outside those. Space was something that he coveted, at least in terms of distance from others; those who would seek to plumb the depths of emptiness. Light...when it came to him, it wasn't reflected. So pale, translucent even. Time…the long moments of solitude, of his presence being absent (and not even noticeably). Time meant nothing as far as he was concerned.

A void. That was what Mia had perceived. And like many before her, keeping in with the nature of humanity, she had tried to fill it. Tried to fill the void with light, life and beauty. Tried to play god.

At first it seemed to pay off and what was once empty became filled with what Mia sought to instil. He was no longer hollow. You could direct things to him and not have them echo inside without coming back out. No more echoes were heard. Responses had taken their place.

Life…he could perceive the life of the world around him, despite its variety being limited in the lands around Imil. He took on a life of his own, distinguishing himself rather than acting as part of the world's biosphere. A good thing, no? Humans have always considered themselves separate from baser lifeforms.

His space became closer to hers. He reflected light and radiated his own. He became more in tune with the common understanding of time. He'd become full. Mia no longer perceived a void. She'd made him into what she thought was right.

And what fate knew to be wrong.

Emotional depth is like the tides of the ocean-it can't be controlled, not even by a Mercury Adept as powerful as he was becoming through independent study. A mirror began to separate the one who played god and that which she had created. Mia could not see a void, nor could she see a fulfilled individual. All she saw was a distorted image, something of so many factors from that which had come into the void, not all of which were from herself. She'd given him the means to follow his own path.

And eventually, she saw nothing. There was nothing to see. How could you when what you wanted to see was no longer with you?

And now, standing on Mercury Lighthouse, she could see what was once a void in its final form-a blurred image, an unknown. She'd provided the means for this to occur, thinking that what she'd developed would eternally go by her rules, would remain unchanging from what she'd sought to create.

She no longer knew what she'd helped create. And what she'd created proved it;

"Well I can't stay the same Alex you knew forever…"