Wishmaker Chapter 20: Chapter 20

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A flame. What is it exactly? It has many forms and shapes. Some think of it as the result of combustion, a chemical reaction that is well known to everyone. However, there were people who chose to change its meaning, granting it a higher purpose. It's a symbol. A sign of life that will burn no matter what stands in its path. A desire that burns deep within oneself, pushing them to its absolute limits. An omen of unstoppable destruction. Everyone has a different view of flames, either good or evil. But what remains the same is how it works. To be born, someone needs to start it. So, who was it that created those flames? Was it the omnipotent god who's known for creating life? Perhaps it was humans themselves who created it by accident. In this world, it was the sun that created it using its boundless knowledge. However, the bright flaming light. The luminescent blaze that shines so brightly on that starry sky, painting the stars in shades of pallid scarlet with fresh paint of autumn harvests. It is a fragmented beauty of life that no one can deny after glimpsing its silhouette even once... *** Amidst the corroding light, a boy awoke with a clear mind. His eyes, those of the deepest sea bottom that could not peer above the water's surface but watched everything below, were looking up at the clear dusky sky filled with shattered stars of tomorrow. The air felt fresh, but also dry in a way that made him think it was purified one too many times by the same person. Looking down, he noticed himself wearing his clothes, now void of any tear and wear as if they were brand new. His ashen coat was slick and spotless while his inky sweater held firm against his skin, bringing internal warmth that made him take a deep breath, savouring it in its entirety. Without asking pointless questions to himself, he pushed himself off the pale grass that was stiff at his touch. It felt... lifeless, artificial even. This place is just absurd... With a hollow chuckle, he stared off into the distance. The world was covered in nothing but white grass that eerily stood still despite the calm breeze pushing it down; he could feel the wind's soft texture brush across his ebony hair, twisting it and letting go like a human's touch. The grass reached slightly above Valentine's ankles, enough to make him wary of it but just a hair's length too short to make him keep his gaze focused on its glossy surface. As he stood up to his feet, a chilly gust greeted his face, forcing his brows to furrow. "This place... It looks just like that landing site I was at a second ago." Further away from him, a bustling city stood tall before his eyes, reaching high towards the dome of foggy glass covering the world outside. The buildings looked unnatural and misplaced. They were built of steel and stone that filled in everything with their shadows. However, in that disharmony, he found himself enjoying the view of black and white, feeling a desire to add color with himself as the brush, with his body and soul that would be a mere fragment of the world. He himself was standing quite far from the main city. Somewhere on the edges where light barely reached, considering its endless walls were not far from here, this place was what one would call the outskirts, filled with construction and unfinished buildings visible with the naked eye. So this is a Cradle. Taking another look at the absurd city that matched the size of a small country, he frowned to himself. But where did everyone go? Looking around, no soul was in sight. Only the sound of calm wind was carried through the empty grass and the construction site nearby. Noah and his knight colleagues were gone in an instant as if they were never there in the first place, while the giant flaming sun was replaced with something else. A pale crescent moon hung in the skies above, looking down at the colorless world with an empty gaze. It wasn't as big as the sun created by Aurora, but it was still quite formidable, being a few times his