User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-30014014-20161127220324/@comment-30014014-20161201010111

''The fool writes every sentence, every word under every tone on his tablet, to the leat sentence. He stops, tapping a few times on the table with his crystalized finger ''"Fascinating. I have never thought one's sense of self-recongnition would ever weight in the cosmic. It sounds like emotions holds a greater importance in the grand things and beyond..."

His stare turns to the obelisk "This must hold account quite a number of memories." his stare lingers at it for quite a manner of seconds, measured in eternity in his mind. Perhaps he is thinking about those registered.

Realizing he was dozing off, his eyes return to the dark one "Apologies, if they hold any value to you. Questions like those must be quaint to you. Regardless, I wish to ask for the next fold: this world, the one they call mge. I have been told that the one who created this material world have since long been decrowned by another and another to this very 'god' in the spectrum of light. Is the primal creator still in a state of existence in the material plane?"