Nyx sat by the warm fire, looking at the smoldering ashes left behind by the bough of an olive tree. It was not the first time the goddess of the night would have a vision by observing the pale flames and now she seemed to have a disappointing one. It could be translated as absence of volition. Hundreds of people were standing arrayed, dressed in ragged clothes, compelled to stare at a wall while in heavy chains. They all believed that they could understand what they saw, yet, their reality was that of shadows. Engulfed in delusion, they were doomed to be forever plunged into blackness. Somehow, she felt responsible for the absence of light that inhabited their “kingdom” of false impressions. What monopolized her thoughts was to destroy any bonds they had and undo their ties. So she did and the moment it happened a wrought-iron gate opened before…
