1579 Forgotten
Sunny had reached the very heart of the Estuary.
There, hidden in the depth of a towering mountain, a vast cavern was filled with darkness. A single ray of bright light fell from somewhere high above, illuminating a small island rising from the glossy black water.
There was a beautiful tree growing on the island, its leaves a sea of pale magenta.As the branches of the tree swayed slightly under the wind, the leaves fell down on the surface of the water, making its reflection ripple.
And in the shadow of those branches, a simple stone sarcophagus stood, its lid covered by withered leaves.
It made… for a vivid and breathtaking sight.
The heart of the Estuary was peaceful, like an island of safety and tranquility in a world full of nothing but dread. And yet… it was also poignant and mournful. As soon as Sunny entered the cavern, he felt a strange melancholy fill his heart, as though an echo of a great sorrow that had been experienced here by someone, sometime, still resided in this sacred and silent sanctuary.
He shifted slightly.
'Why… why is there a grave here?'
The great black pyramid was called the Tomb of Ariel, but it was not the place where the Demon of Dread had been buried. Instead, it was a place he had built to bury unbearable truths. So, it was not really a tomb.
…Or was it?
Sunny stared at the unadorned sarcophagus, struck silent by the overwhelming sorrow that remained here even now, thousands of years after the daemons and the gods were no more.
He knew that the Tomb of Ariel was not a burial place for someone because of the words the Demon of Dread had shared with Weaver. Ariel had said so himself — what he had buried here were the hideous truths he did not wish to remember.
But that was the thing. If Ariel did not remember what he had buried in this tomb of his, then didn't it mean that his words could not be trusted?
Who was to say that he had not buried someone precious here, and then chose to forget about his sorrow?
Suddenly, Sunny remembered the description of the Mirror of Truth. Weaver's strange words…
I have not known that you've built a tomb, nor have I ever seen it. How would I know to admire it? I just happened to be here by chance. Now that I've seen it, my heart is untouched. I feel nothing.
You wanted to be free of the truth, so you didn't deserve it.
Why did it feel… that although Ariel had forgotten his sorrow, Weaver remembered?
Had the Demon of Fate really happened to visit the Nightmare Desert and stumble upon the great pyramid by chance?
And if it was not a coincidence…
Then who was buried here, at the heart of Ariel's Tomb?
Forlorn, and forgotten.
Looking at the sarcophagus that rested under the branches of the beautiful tree, Sunny inhaled sharply.
'Oblivion. The answer… is Oblivion.'
The Tomb of Ariel was where the Demon of Oblivion had been buried by her brother. Somehow, he was sure of it. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Wasn't it sad, even for her death to be forgotten?
'Wait, no… no, that doesn't make any sense!'
Suddenly, Sunny was confused. How could Oblivion have been dead? Six daemons had risen in rebellion against the heavens, while the seventh — Weaver — refused. Because of that, the Demon of Fate had been despised and hunted both by the six daemons and the six gods.
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