——§l§6"The Casket of Reveries · Afterword"§r——

At the dawn of creation, the §eSanctum§r stood as the world's axis. The divine divided the human heart into ten parts, commanding ten §bAngels§r to each hold a corner, governing the spiritual realm. Yet the world knew not that these ten were but reflections of "my" heart; and what was called the Overworld was but reality's projection upon the soul's domain. Three other dimensions encircled it: §5Heaven§r, §4Hell§r, and §cThe End§r.

Then came the day when the §0Black Tide§r surged from beyond the world, as "I" took medicine in the real world, and my mind and heart trembled. The altar shattered, and the §eEyes of the Divine§r scattered across the realms. Tainted by the Black Tide, some were imprisoned in lofty towers, others transformed into §6puppets§r, while yet others corrupted living beings into fiends—the Captain succumbed, the Wither ran rampant. Only the §bAngel of Ages§r retained a flicker of clarity, guarding the Dead Sea Scrolls, awaiting one's return. The Scrolls recorded: The one who returns shall gather the embers and §dcreate the world anew§r.

When the Black Tide first came, the ten Angels, knowing their memories would erode, together inscribed the Scrolls, hoping the last survivor might endure until "my" return. Their words read:
"We sense the Black Tide corroding our souls, and must remember: Should one of us return, the Tide shall recede, the seals break, and the §fEternal Pure White Flower§r shall guide us to recreate the world! Whosoever remains, we pray you persevere."

There was a §dWitch§r who could traverse the realm of hearts, aiding the protagonist in purging the Angels to heal the fractured mind. Yet the Witch could not alter fate; she led "me" into the heart-world, shielding "me" with her magic so the Black Tide could not approach. The Black Tide could only bind the Angels, not slay them. Thus "I" slew them with my own hand, seizing their power for my own.

But the Eyes of the Divine, long steeped in the Black Tide, each time one was recovered, the §cBlack Tide's power§r encroached further upon the §eWatcher§r. The Watcher spoke of "waning strength," yet it was the Eyes' backlash; still, their resolve never wavered, vowing to complete the re-creation. When all Eyes were gathered, the Watcher had fully succumbed, to battle "me" unto death.

At last, "I" slew him and returned to the real world.

The medicine's power faded; the heart's malady healed. "I" was the most docile of the ten souls, having taken heavy doses to suppress the others. The others, imprisoned and enraged, were led by the Witch into dreams, where "I" slew them one by one. Their power dispersed and merged into my being—hence my journey's growing strength. The Angels' stories were forever sealed. Only "I" alone remember having once possessed such companions. They slumber eternally within "my" dreams, §8"my" dreams becoming the "their" coffin§r.

§o——Where dreams end and souls return, heaven and earth are clear again.§r