User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161217040721/@comment-30014014-20161220023601

"Well..." the fool also observes his tiny friend jitter about in the ceiling, remembering "...When he came to be my own, it was at the apex of the Twisted Crusade, when their primal was expunged from our planet, never to come back. Six sights of primal beacons beckoned by presences in higher planars, like moths it drew each of us, depending on the attunement we are gifted with.

Blue, the first light who has ever touched our world eons ago, spouting a flight of blue jays who entrusted eggs of wind. They landed on the hands of those who proved to nuture the company of otehrs and act as benevolant leaders, a symbol of communion with the one acts as the leader of deities...

Red, the searing gaze that erupted from the atmosphere, pluging into the earth. A litter of awe-inspiring salamanders fleeting the hole, unknown to any in our world, dropping reptilian eggs at the feet of those acting as shields for the defenseless, a symbol of communion with the one who values prowless against numbers...

Brown, the rumbling soil that has risen into a great tree. A trample of spiritual deers seeping from it's gaping hole, their females counterpart stopping before those who presented a great care for the land and it's inhabitant, presenting their youngs to them, asking for them to hold another mantle to care for. This could only occur to those on a communion with the nature's avatar, one not above visiting wrath on those needlessly scorching it's back...

Green, the agonizing death, the final destination, blackening the sky with a sickly abherration of black and green. A flock of death, seeking out the death dealers in the form of crows, blackened eggs seeping with darkness and coldness, in their hands. Those who have accepted death, yet merciful toward the dying's passing to the afterlife would be the sole holders of such a creature...

And finally, pink, the radiance. The gold. A mirror opening to another dimension,  or perhaps, a plane. I remember this one more vividly, being among those who were summoned to it. A literral swarm of magenta butterflies, much taller than Gladus over here siwrling around each of us, as if were a very rare light in the darkness. Tingling feelings all over my body, as my hands felt drawn to each other, forming as one who would expect to receive something even as I didn't understand how they did that. They felt weight upon them. A tiny one, but it's radiance literally gave warmth. A tiny being squirming and squeeking with joy between my fingers..."

''The fools looks fondly to his tiny friend playing with his illusions. A relieved sigh escapes his mask'' "That was 120 years ago".