[It is something that must be said. It alone must be said. He is sorry.
He is sorry for this dream of his own creation, this memory of desire, of dreams and nightmares. Of two Gods who long since split that drew the Knight in when they did not ask for this. Even if it is a burden that they gladly take, it is still a burden.
Grimm loved and hated the Radiance, his sister. The soft light that carried a sharp blade. She had always been that way. What transpired between them at the end of their collective world should have been their's to carry. They both made their choices in twilight, where dreams and nightmares split. The karma that of that single should have come to roost with the ones who caste their stones.
No. It comes to the Knight. It comes to the child who had room in their heart for all but themself.
(The Nightmare King was loved and cast away. The Knight was cast away and forgotten.
The God of Nightmares cared for little beyond few things. But perhaps, one day, he will realize the similarities that Grimm knows.)
But, in this place where dreams and nightmares once mingled without fear, the ability to chose is gone. Grimm will continue to fight and protect the Heart forever living and dying. The Knight will battle to save their friend.
He can hear it. The sound of the ocean rising to consume his flames.
(Shadows dream of endless fire, to be given voice. To dance and dream.
To live. To live. Live. Let them live the life they had fought hand over fist to hold.
Let them live.)
The light within the Heart burns as Grimm calls upon the walls of flame and light.
And as the Knight cuts away at the Troupe Master's dream, at the God of Nightmare's own personal hell, does the world begin to slowly rot again.
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He is sorry for this dream of his own creation, this memory of desire, of dreams and nightmares. Of two Gods who long since split that drew the Knight in when they did not ask for this. Even if it is a burden that they gladly take, it is still a burden.
Grimm loved and hated the Radiance, his sister. The soft light that carried a sharp blade. She had always been that way. What transpired between them at the end of their collective world should have been their's to carry. They both made their choices in twilight, where dreams and nightmares split. The karma that of that single should have come to roost with the ones who caste their stones.
No. It comes to the Knight. It comes to the child who had room in their heart for all but themself.
(The Nightmare King was loved and cast away. The Knight was cast away and forgotten.
The God of Nightmares cared for little beyond few things. But perhaps, one day, he will realize the similarities that Grimm knows.)
But, in this place where dreams and nightmares once mingled without fear, the ability to chose is gone. Grimm will continue to fight and protect the Heart forever living and dying. The Knight will battle to save their friend.
He can hear it. The sound of the ocean rising to consume his flames.
(Shadows dream of endless fire, to be given voice. To dance and dream.
To live. To live. Live. Let them live the life they had fought hand over fist to hold.
Let them live.)
The light within the Heart burns as Grimm calls upon the walls of flame and light.
And as the Knight cuts away at the Troupe Master's dream, at the God of Nightmare's own personal hell, does the world begin to slowly rot again.
Slowly. The dream is ending slowly.
But it is ending.]