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MaeWhen the Red Haired god called Seidhara was punished by the Architect, This One scuttled off, to watch what others were doing. These others were all riding crystals out of this intriguing place to their own yet to be intriguing places. It knew it would have plenty of time to be in this space it was being sent to, and only so long here, in the presence of the Architect. Eurysthenes had heard all the questions and answers so far, and was still unsatisfied as to what this truly was.
This One had stayed motionless in the hall longer than it should've, and though it wished to remain, every second saw its will becoming shrunk by the Architect's weighty command. The lone god was being denied audience without having any attention payed to it. All others had left, and Eurysthenes was frantically resisting the pull of the dreaded crystal. It knew that the precious moments it had mustn't be squandered with pathetic flailing. The last seconds were elasticated; drawn out. The tiny pieces within This One's body that allowed the clicking speech cracked to their purpose, hammering out one last question: "Why won't you answer our questions in a satisfying manner?"
And with this, it was overcome by the crystal and whisked out of the hall, the Architect's answer echoing after it.
The journey was neither long nor short, but it was rejuvenating. Arrival to this... sphere of existence saw the crystal crumble, dropping Eurysthenes. It swore to never travel by crystal again as it gathered itself.
The sphere was bare. Nothing was in sight, and there was no way to orient oneself. This One knew not how large the sphere was, only that it could not sense the edges, despite being specially attuned to this area. So to gain some sense of direction, This One created the ground and sky: the ground a rolling infinity of cut stones, and the sky an unfathomably large expanse of deep blue eyes. But still, all that could be felt was the crushing expanse of nothing. This was nothing compared to what Eurysthenes had faced just before, by the Architect's hand. This One sat, reaching right to the essence of the sphere. Down and down, left, up, left, left, right, down...
All around Eurysthenes erupted walls of colossal height in winding patters, spilling out from where it was sitting like an ink blot. Every inch the Maze grew allowed it to feel more of the sphere, right out to the edges, pockmarked with gateways to... other places. At the spot where Eurysthenes sat was the eye of the maze. Grand arches mark the entrance, facing a staircase ascending to the peak. Upon the peak rests two chairs, and a large, round table with many spaces, and many pieces.
Within the walls of the Maze itself lay thousands upon thousands of smaller puzzles, populating the otherwise empty Maze.
"Would you be lost, would you find others, you would Lose others," it said, and so it was that those lost in the maze would wander forever so that they may hinder others' journeys.
And the last thing the Maze needed was a way out, and so Eurysthenes sank their fingers into the ground and reached to the essence of the world they were meant to form. Across the impossible distance stretched tendril like fingers, grasping and searching. The need to reach Galbar was insatiable. When This One finally reached Galbar, it pulled its fingers out of the ground, far back at the Maze, and out of the ground sprouted a magnificent archway at the Center of the Maze. Just beyond lay stairs.
Feeling like it did its job here, it descended into Galbar to see what it may.
This One had stayed motionless in the hall longer than it should've, and though it wished to remain, every second saw its will becoming shrunk by the Architect's weighty command. The lone god was being denied audience without having any attention payed to it. All others had left, and Eurysthenes was frantically resisting the pull of the dreaded crystal. It knew that the precious moments it had mustn't be squandered with pathetic flailing. The last seconds were elasticated; drawn out. The tiny pieces within This One's body that allowed the clicking speech cracked to their purpose, hammering out one last question: "Why won't you answer our questions in a satisfying manner?"
And with this, it was overcome by the crystal and whisked out of the hall, the Architect's answer echoing after it.
The journey was neither long nor short, but it was rejuvenating. Arrival to this... sphere of existence saw the crystal crumble, dropping Eurysthenes. It swore to never travel by crystal again as it gathered itself.
The sphere was bare. Nothing was in sight, and there was no way to orient oneself. This One knew not how large the sphere was, only that it could not sense the edges, despite being specially attuned to this area. So to gain some sense of direction, This One created the ground and sky: the ground a rolling infinity of cut stones, and the sky an unfathomably large expanse of deep blue eyes. But still, all that could be felt was the crushing expanse of nothing. This was nothing compared to what Eurysthenes had faced just before, by the Architect's hand. This One sat, reaching right to the essence of the sphere. Down and down, left, up, left, left, right, down...
All around Eurysthenes erupted walls of colossal height in winding patters, spilling out from where it was sitting like an ink blot. Every inch the Maze grew allowed it to feel more of the sphere, right out to the edges, pockmarked with gateways to... other places. At the spot where Eurysthenes sat was the eye of the maze. Grand arches mark the entrance, facing a staircase ascending to the peak. Upon the peak rests two chairs, and a large, round table with many spaces, and many pieces.
Within the walls of the Maze itself lay thousands upon thousands of smaller puzzles, populating the otherwise empty Maze.
"Would you be lost, would you find others, you would Lose others," it said, and so it was that those lost in the maze would wander forever so that they may hinder others' journeys.
And the last thing the Maze needed was a way out, and so Eurysthenes sank their fingers into the ground and reached to the essence of the world they were meant to form. Across the impossible distance stretched tendril like fingers, grasping and searching. The need to reach Galbar was insatiable. When This One finally reached Galbar, it pulled its fingers out of the ground, far back at the Maze, and out of the ground sprouted a magnificent archway at the Center of the Maze. Just beyond lay stairs.
Feeling like it did its job here, it descended into Galbar to see what it may.