We continued to talk with our siblings and told them about the strange occurrence.The air in the gathering shimmered softly—still charged from the creation of realms, heavy with the scent of potential and new beginnings.
"So we have to create and stabilize our Domains," I said, my voice tinged with excitement and a flicker of uncertainty.
"But we found a mysterious room between our domains that disappeared shortly after," Dream added, arms crossed, his eyes distant like they were still peering into it.
"What do you think it might be?" I asked, glancing from Death to Destiny.
"I don't know. That never happened before… maybe Mother or Father might know," said Death.Her voice was unusually serious, a rare moment where the cheer slipped away. The faint glow in her eyes dimmed slightly as she looked up, thoughtful, her arms crossed and her Ankh resting at her side like a silent promise.
Destiny nodded, but he looked apprehensive.He held his great tome close, fingers tightening slightly on its edges. He didn't speak often, but the crease in his brow spoke volumes.
"Well, it might come back. When it does, keep an eye on it and call us—don't enter it," said Destiny.His tone was grave, carrying a weight that made even the air feel heavier. There was no threat in his words—only the echo of warning, old and deep.
"Oh yeah, Destiny, let's explain how to get in touch with us," Death added, the seriousness lifting from her voice, bringing back that light, bouncing energy as she clapped her hands together with a grin.
"How?" Dream asked, tilting his head slightly, his pale expression unreadable but clearly interested.
Death conjured her own place with a graceful sweep of her hand. Light and shadow danced around her, forming a small shrine made of onyx and starlight. Its base pulsed faintly like a heartbeat.
"We created a shrine for the family, with each other's sigils. We hold them and ask to talk or to visit each other's realms," Death explained.She spun the Ankh in her fingers before letting it float in front of her. It glowed gold with a soft hum, warm and ancient.
"My sigil is an Ankh. Destiny's is a book. Now, you two must decide yours."
I thought about it and instantly decided.Images flooded my mind—knowledge, manipulation, subtle truths cloaked in elegant deceit.
"Mine shall be a monocle."
I conjured three monocles—delicate, silver-rimmed, each with a faint swirling mist within the glass—one floating for each one of them. They turned slowly in the air like they were peering into the very soul of reality.
Dream stopped to think on it a little.He looked at the monocles, then lowered his eyes in thought. Silence stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was… introspective.
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"Mine will be a helmet," Dream finally said.With a sweep of his pale hand, he conjured it: sleek, dark, mysterious. It seemed to shimmer with stars, like a pocket of his realm captured in metal.
He conjured a helmet for each of us.They floated solemnly in the air, each emanating a soft mist that carried the scent of forgotten dreams and untold stories.
"Okay, now that this is done," Death said, "we're going to explain your powers and responsibilities."