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Prologue - Boy, Girl, and the Fabled Planes

They say there was once a boy who believed in nothing, and acted upon nothing, and then he met a girl; a girl who showed him reason.

He lived alone in a lone cave that was just outside a village. Day in and day out, he would shelter himself within that cave, never to leave or walk outside. It was not so bad, he believed. As his curiosity peaked, so did the stakes for going outside, but nevertheless, he obeyed the words and stayed behind. For going outside was not his to decide. The world outside was dangerous and filled with lies, that was why he was told to stay aside. But time moved on and there was no one he could rely upon. He was left with nothing, believed in nothing, and acted for nothing. That was the life of the boy in the lone cave, a life bounded by realism.

However, the world was far from dangerous. It was furnished with fields of roses for all kinds. It was there that the girl walked. With eyes shining bright like a crystal, she looked upon the world with sanguineness, neither giving it love or hate, but just a little hope instead. For she knew, even at that age, she knew… what cruelty this beautiful world harbored. Despite that, the girl walked, tripped, fell, got back up, and moved forward. Every hurdle at her path would eventually pave the road for her to become a woman she was proud of. She was ever so dreamful.

It was at a crossroads of dream and reality that the boy met the girl. He retreated to his own whilst she pressed forward to pull him out. And in that vague area of persistence were they both able to find familiarity with each other.

"What is your name?" The girl asked the boy.

"I have no name," said the boy.

What brought sorrow and emptiness to the boy put a smile on the girl's face for they were truly similar. She too lacked what he believed to have no desire for.

A girl with no name.

A boy with no name.

They found reason within.

A title, a name, of glory and achievement, that was what it was. That was what it was, the missing archstone in their life. They both wanted it, not for the world, but for themselves.

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Straying far from the village and cave, the boy and the girl took each other's hands and walked a promising road of union, toward the future that was set for recreation by the arbiter from above — they were but mere lines on a white plate after all.

But the girl was always one step ahead, oblivious to the boy she dragged along, oblivious to the world's true state. For the boy was never able to pull her out of the dream. He was always late. But he still moved forward, he had to catch up to her eventually, that was the curse she deemed upon him.

Despite all odds, they walked together to face a great force—calamity. One that could erase all life on the planet. And that from which eradicated life cannot return nor bear it back. In the end, it stood still on the desert that once called itself the ocean, waiting for the impact.

The journey would start again.

They walked a lonely desert together, only gazing once or twice a day upon the moon; the moon that granted wishes.

'A wish for faint light. A wish for greater blight.' They were told by a wanderer. 'The moon grants all.'

'How did you know?' They would ask.

From the scribe in the tower. The wanderer would answer.

In the center of that solemn desert, a tower of ancient magnitude sat in solace, isolated from the world, serving only as guidance to those who sought knowledge. Within it, a scribe of yore studied its existence, till he became one with it. He stood as its envoy, providing guidance and selection in its name.

'See it and gape in awe.' He said. 'How beautiful is it all?'

The boy and the girl were wonderstruck.

'But with such reward, comes commandments,' said the scribe, 'First, cross the barren land of souls. Second, confer the nexus. Third, descend the sleeping ocean into the next heavenly body. And finally, reach for that night star.'

And in came the crack down the middle.

The girl longed for change, for this world-bending event to be upon them, like a flower waiting for the seasons to change to blossom.

But the boy did not strive for such ambition, not because of fear, nor difference in mindset from back then. He had opened his mind long ago. He had learned what he considered the unimaginable, yet he knew that knowledge was beyond his limits, be it as a mortal or not. He simply desired the world be let go, to remain as it was, in a time of prosperity.

The two were at odds with one another, each with their own desire.

One for greed. One for diligence.

Yet both were for freedom.

After all, they were the boy and the girl with no names.

And so—

Let's start on chapter one.