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If we were to list out all the things the Corinthian loved, they would lack specificity. His desires were simple yet complex. Like humans’, The Corinthian loved and desired ambiguous, unspoken things. He was born wanting to feel something, wanting to be something.
Sometimes, he felt that if he could only kill more, fuck more, or eat more; he might finally be able to capture himself. To grasp his dream. But dreams cannot be contained forever. They are at their core are wild and free. Yet luckily Death's door knew all, for without Death And the path to her, commonly known as Fate, we would not be privy to Corinthians' personal story.
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So here lies Corinthian's truth.
The Corinthian was only a mere mirror of the human soul. He was a reflection of our deepest, darkest thoughts. He was made to mirror a piece of humanity; not the whole.
And it is because of this, that the Corinthian’s own private dream was to be whole; to be human.
For, even nightmares dreamed of the impossible. And nightmares dreamed alike to humans; so Corinthian's story began, with hidden dreams and desires. Unbeknownst to Dream, the tale begins in his palace library, where all hopes written and unwritten, were found., where the impossible existed in written form. Yet, Morpheus tended to be willfully ignorant of such books. He was more concerned with the canon words or Nightmares that affected the waking world; the lived reality of human existence.
So, Dream was unaware of the existence of the Corinthian's book, and it was only his librarian (& Death and Destiny) who were privy. But it was Lucienne who chose to keep its contents hidden from Morpheus. They believed it was best practice to rarely tell the complete truth until he was ready.
For, Morpheus was prone to long bouts of angst and anger when faced with twisted impossibilities. He often felt these birthed impossibilities were his fault, so even Dream suppressed his desires.
So the Corinthian's unlived dream stayed within the depths of the library with other stories, other books, and other dreams for a very, very, long time.
Though Lucienne predicted it would take more than 100 years for Morpheus to be able to even acknowledge the existence ofCorinthian's book. And another hundred, for him to even read the book. But, time is nothing to Death and Destiny. For, it was them whom Dream would be angry with, and it was them who would reveal all.
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Corinthian's truth begins with his name.
It was said that there were only three in existence. That is, the number of beings who knew the story of the Corinthian’s name. It was a tale old yet new. For, dreams, stories, and lives weren't separated by time. Their existence was pooled together. Like slow drops during a rainfall.
Each dripped dropped made part of a whole. Altogether, they birthed an existence of connection, of love, all on their own, for it was as normal to connect with love, as it was to be born. Connections had always been natural; they were the puddled pools which Morpheus swam through.
Their depths...an endless ocean. Their existence...an eternal thumbprint that would outlive Destiny and even Death. Both of their realms would continue to evolve with or without their handlers. Destiny's realm, like life, would continue to try to draw breath; Death's realm, like truth, would always be there, and Dream, like hope, would never die. Therefore, Death, Dream, and Destiny were simply guardians over what existed naturally.
For, Death was inherent to the human world; Destiny was vital to Life. And, Dreams, however seemingly unnatural, were natural.
So It was, that all three were born with great gifts. Death brought truth, Destiny gave life, and Dream gave incorporated hope.
But unlike the other two, hope was difficult to define. Fate and endings were easier to define then, dreams. Life brought pain and Endings revealed hard truths. Yet a broken dream could corrupt many lives and many truths.
So it was with careful fingers, that a lamp was lit to better read the truth;
the truth which even Morpheus did not know...
That the Corinthian was named with love.