None of what is being shown to her is meaningless. There is so little to focus on that it’s easy to take in everything, and besides-The maze is not meaningless. Now probably isn’t the time to get distracted by her thoughts. No, that must be an illusion-and he’s trapped up there with nothing to do but fret as she mounts her rescue. It’s still a very long way to where Zelos is-is it further than it had been, minutes ago? No.
The sky is grey and oppressive, pressing down on her like a ceiling that just keeps getting lower.
Would her dreamspace look like this, too, if it was stripped down to its bare essentials? Would everyone’s? Is this the core of a blade’s being?Ĭolette only wishes it did not look so bleak. It winds like rigid circuitry, square nodes interspacing straight pathways. The maze, therefore, cannot be meaningless.
A physical representation of what exists inside of them. It’s a good thing she does not need to, here. Colette lets it lead her along, too terrified to even breathe. The orange pulses gently to the rhythm of Zelos’ beating core, softer then brighter then softer again. Colette walks forward, and keeps walking, following the pathway of orange underneath her through the maze that stretches out endlessly before her.
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