The being remembered its name.
She was Cassia, Song of the Fallen. A blind seer who was destined to bear witness to fate…
Or at least, she had been.
Fate was torn and mutilated, after all. She had mutilated it. Fate had been delivered a mortal wound by the very beings who were supposed to be its heralds, and was now coming undone as the promised future ceased to exist.
Song of the Fallen was not a mere witness anymore. She was an architect of what was to come, instead. Destruction, salvation… no matter what end awaited them in the future, she would have built it with her own frail hands.
'Does that True Name fit me, still?'
The being — Cassia — observed the dark expanse of shattered memories once more. Now that she knew who she had been, she could discern which ones were her own better.
But not well enough to gain clarity.
