Loka's vision #

The air stills. Sound itself seems to hold its breath as your vision tears open into something greater. A presence presses against your mind, vast and radiant — and then you hear her voice. The one who came before.

“At last. You are near.”

Her words are not spoken, but thunder through your very soul. You see her — not as flesh, not as spirit, but as brilliance woven into the endless tide of memory. She is part of the Source now, yet still herself.

“I surrendered everything to escape the chains of mortality and empty myself upon the path of Nirvana. I sought to burn entropy from existence, to preserve creation at any cost. That was my path. But you… your path is not mine.”

Visions overwhelm you — countless lives, countless stories. Every joy, every cruelty, every fleeting breath of every mortal that ever lived. They are your stage now, their memories your instrument. And behind them, something greater stirs. You glimpse the Other — entropy given thought. Yet it does not strike as an enemy. It simply is. Necessary. Relentless. Waiting.

Then, like a whisper through the roar:

“Do you see it? The Prime Source knew of the Other. Creation was born knowing it would battle. Life has meaning only because it struggles against the end. And yet, even as it endured the dark, it was given the Return — the gift that all, in the end, would become one, eternal in harmony, bound together with great empathy. But this was broken. The children of the Prime Source defied it, and the Return was denied. Why, we do not know. Only that a great blasphemy was wrought.”

Her light flickers, her voice breaking into echoes.

“I cannot return. I cannot walk beside you. But I will guide when I can. Remember this: balance. Where I sought to destroy the Other, you must break the walls that bar the souls from returning, so the circle may never end. Walk forward. Play the song that keeps the world one step ahead.”

The vision collapses. Silence returns. Only the memory of her voice — and the weight of your new revelation remains and questions.