'You May Rely On It' [WIP]
Motivated by a magic eight ball app on her phone, Myxuki takes a trip to Cardio by herself and finds inspiration in a stray cat and a mechanic.
'Reply Hazy, Try Again.'
“...Never mind. This is pointless. I don’t think conversation was what I was looking for…”
But what now? That question has plagued her more and more as time went on, and it seemed that with each passing day the list of answers grows shorter and shorter.
Hidden beneath a layer of [white?] paint poorly applied to the stretch of the far-wall were numbers and notes and ideas indecipherable by all but her. It was a pointless project, abandoned in light of an attempt to accept it's blatantly pointless nature.
But what 'mystery' of the universe was next to fully understand once the intricacies of space and time were well within her understanding? Her hidden scribblings were the result of exactly that question. The translation of magic properties and knowledge into a form that she was familiar with? The secrets surrounding transversing universes? The drive to know was great, but the journey proved ultimately fruitless. Even eatharyian curiosity had its limitations.