I found myself again among the ashen dunes
of the land I once called home.
Dismayed to find that even in this
the Mantle still traveled with me,
I drifted gently over the alabaster sands.
Time does not exist in this hallowed space,
a facet I was still growing to truly comprehend.
A modicum of thought spent here
could span across many lifetimes spent
on the Blue,
so my outings were
to say the least.
I came across a rather insignificant crater,
shallow in depth,
by no means worthwhile,
and yet I discovered profound meaning
in which the Light’s rays were reflecting
upon the pearly grains of sand.
At the correct angle,
the crater became a mirror
and my own visage I did see.
Curse this Mantle, I thought wistfully.
It was here I was meant to find truth,
to find a way to rid myself of this ebony Mantle.
“Perhaps it is you, who is still too naive,” uttered the crater.
Were I to know of your inclusion in this place, I would have rightly
rid myself of it, I snapped.
“Don’t get uppity with me, young thaumaturge,” the land answered, clearly irked
from my tone. “You knew all too well the consequences that awaited you when you
accepted the Mantle. And now you wish to shirk it so soon? I would have thought beings from the Blue were made of finer stuff.”
This conversation taxes me, I reply with a sigh.
All I had desired since I came to this place
was a way to rid myself
of the pains and sorrows of my soul.
I asked for wisdom,
and the Mantle
black as Hell,
But there is nothing but ruination
I suppose it is true what they say;
Ignorance is bliss.