The cost of power
An ancient Arch mage. Once a teacher, and a student. He desired one thing. To know and to be capable. How could he reach this? And how he could maintain that power?
He exalted himself, out of the world, out of his own mind he was seeking the patterns of the chaos and the chaos of the order. He witnessed how a star dies and how a new one is born. How a comet destroys a planet and the dust of it forms a new life on another one. How planets are formed and how supernovas consume everything around them.
He understood one thing. The mind is the one that gives meaning to everything. Humans try to give meaning to everything otherwise they could not survive. This is the one thing that most humans can't live without. Meaning, and emotion!
Octavean collected the consciousnesses of many, every emotion he felt. Every desire and every thought. If one could paint his mind, it would be a simple chaos, similar to the vast universe that we live in. Every consciousness is a galaxy and in the middle of this storm you could see an empty pitch black void that could consumed everything in his desire for more.
But the shell... The shell that is holding this is fragile. One can see the cracks in it. The torture in his eyes and the pain captured in the cage of his mind.
Nobody can save you from what you desire
He exalted himself, out of the world, out of his own mind he was seeking the patterns of the chaos and the chaos of the order. He witnessed how a star dies and how a new one is born. How a comet destroys a planet and the dust of it forms a new life on another one. How planets are formed and how supernovas consume everything around them.
He understood one thing. The mind is the one that gives meaning to everything. Humans try to give meaning to everything otherwise they could not survive. This is the one thing that most humans can't live without. Meaning, and emotion!
Octavean collected the consciousnesses of many, every emotion he felt. Every desire and every thought. If one could paint his mind, it would be a simple chaos, similar to the vast universe that we live in. Every consciousness is a galaxy and in the middle of this storm you could see an empty pitch black void that could consumed everything in his desire for more.
But the shell... The shell that is holding this is fragile. One can see the cracks in it. The torture in his eyes and the pain captured in the cage of his mind.
Nobody can save you from what you desire
