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The Heavenly Ruins
YOLF:
Orcus
"Outside my depth? And what of yourself?" Raising a hand to the sky, he continued to speak while curling each finger towards himself, seizing the phantom of a covetous desire. "I find this place very curious. It has a familiar voice, but it did not arise from any past that I know."
Orcus withdrew his gaze from the demon, approaching the statue. He was standing by the dais, reaching out a clawed finger to touch it, but holding back as though it would shock him.
"It is a discovery, though not an opaque one. Do you know the truth I hear around us? War and peace cannot coexist. One must always conquer the other. This broken kaleidoscope of a world contains multitudes of both, but look to the smallest fractal and you will see something is either white, or black."
yinsukin:
Aruna
Aruna merely lowered her soft feminine eyes at Orcus, blinking once or twice before answering. "I am out of my depth as well," she said with a sigh. The demon followed Orcus's gaze to the statue, standing side by side with him. "But at least I belong to this domain. White, black.... I can't accept those simple binaries anymore, even if I still cling to them. Strange how you call such things truth. What evidence do you have that the world is black or white?"
As the demon stared at the woman, she couldn't help but think about what he said, a familiar voice yet not from any past he knew. Was that just god's whisper or something else?
YOLF:
Orcus
His masculine laughter rang in her ears. "I have none. Ontology is founded on belief, not evidence. Suppositions and argument. Even if all is black and white, monochrome pictures are no less vivid, no less complex than those in colors. Would you deny this? Then what of love and hate?"
yinsukin:
Aruna
Aruna thought back to her experiences with Asmeal, the humans of the past, Valarie and Lulu. After a moment of silence, she said, "Love and hatred, two sides of the same coin. I have loved people I have hated and hated people I have loved, sometimes simultaneously. Its a strong complicated emotion that is colored by pettiness."
"If the world is monochrome then why do we see in color?"
YOLF:
Orcus
"Then love and hate are no binary at all," he spoke, and his expression curled fondly. "But one and the same, confounding us by its currents and states and transitions."
Inhaling, the primal raised a single finger. "Vision comes from light. If the world is a painting, then we may see it only because something shines on it. But is the light monochrome and the canvas where colors rest, bereft of shade or clarity by themselves? No. There is no such thing as black light. It is the eyes with which we see that cast color on the world painted in tiny dots of black and white, constantly at war with one another."
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