In her world the Knight stole the Flower from those who gave it life. Your existence ssssplits this world in two. No more is it the world of the Flower that ssssprung from the fire. The lines have connected you, as they did before. The lines of the passsst have crossed again. Something that has never happened before. He lives in every one of usss.īut she thought she had found another way.ĭo you see it flow, do you see it change?ĭo you see the Cassstle consuming these lands?ĭo you see the Witch going mad from her pain?ĭo you see the Knight trying to walk the way that is not his own? Many tried and all fell, and so she chose not to try. She wanted to save everyone from the pain.īut you cannot defeat the Keeper of the Spark. Tearsss stole the light from her eyes.īeing safe from her pain wasn't enough for her. Maybe you never will see it, just like the Witch. It has changed you too, human, you just don't see it yet. The Witch will burn this world to ashes, and then you shall meet her. For she had had her own flower and lost it.Īnd there was no hope left for her, just the pain.Įach time she saw the Flower she moved another ssstep deeper into madnesss. He begged her to do it, but she never would. She could have bound her heart to the Flower that ssssprung from the fire. Hated him, because once she had had her own flower – and lost it.īecause the Knight had forgotten her pain.īecause the Knight sssstole another flower to keep for himself. He threatened her.īut the Witch hated the Flower that had ssssprung from the fire. Only the Witch who could break down the barrier to the Flower. And she hated him for it.īut only the Witch could bind the Soul Flower to the Knight's dark heart. He built his way out of fire and pain that wasn't his.Īnd the Witch saw what he had done. The Knight could never grow his way out of these lands.īut he sssstole what didn't belong to him. Though his heart was black and he was now a servant to the Keeper of the Spark. This is not his casssstle.īut the Cassstle has consumed his soul, as it has many others. You're not the first sssstranger in this world. She cursssed this world and all that lived in it.ĭespite the efforts of the one who was with her, yet never around. She lost the most preciousss thing she had. She couldn't sssstop it.Īnd one day the Castle consumed her flower. She thought the flower would destroy the Cassstle. She knew about the Cassstle.Īnd the one who was with her – he didn't help her. She loved thissss world and every fragment of life within it. Green grass turned to black ash.Īnd, stone upon stone, the walls sssstarted rising.Įverybody turned away, nurturing their pain and hatred so they could pour it out again. They nurtured their pain, collected it, mixed it in with hatred.Īnd as their victim became weaker from the burden, they thought they were becoming stronger.īut the land around them changed, as it changed around him. They decided that, for them to become strong, someone else must become weak. They were no longer content with being ssssmall and weak. Pain lived in them, as it lived in everyone elssse, yet they were almost oblivious to it. There was a Shadow too, with small creatures living in it. Once the Sssspark shone brightly, and the world was full of light and of life. One day she will die, and, perhaps, this will be a blessed day for all of usss. Touched by the Cassstle, her offspring are changing. She hunted and she fed her offspring – hundredsss of them.īut her ssspark is growing dim. She knew nothing of joy, nothing of grief. It consumesss these landsss.Ī huge creature lived here. Let me sssee it.Įvery living thing feels pain. What's that sparkling? Those ssstones - you know what those are? The Storyteller reveals parts of the story in exchange for Pain Crystals. The Girl The Man The Knight The Storyteller He kept watch over the land, soaking up the pain of its people. Some disappeared from the lands no one knew whether they had crept away or been taken by pain.Ĭastles which once rose into the skies, fell into ruins.Ĭenturies passed the people started calling the stranger 'the Keeper of the Spark'. The stranger opened his hand and the Spark was set free. All you could hear was the whisper of the ashes. I thought: "It's sure to have a happy ending." A narrator, speaking in the girl's voice, tells the story.ĭo you remember it? That tale about flowers? It contains rich symbolism derived from the fantasy world of a young girl - an evil Knight fights to spread pain and a heroic man collects pain, as the girl explores dark scary areas of her own home, discovering secrets. INMOST is a fairy tale about pain, sadness, and loss.
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