The tiny being's defiance in the face of the impossible didn't baffle him. Yet, it will look stupider to the wanderer when he looks back.
The giants did not pay any attention to him. None looked down. 'Why would a human look down on an ant it is going to squish?' A quote he once read in Beret surfaced. He put the rest of the details of the mural to the back of his mind.
"Huh. What's an ant again?" Lightly holding on his chin he tried to remember. Rather than staying still he strode in place in circles.
"Tch. Can't remember."
Entering the next archway, the murals of the left and right had their windows. However, something odd was painted.
The man in the left stood in an empty canvas filled with windows to his previous worlds.
The little girl in the right knelt in the void canvas of her own surrounded by windows of various sizes and shapes. Those showing whatever remains of the worlds before.
Yet, both had tears streaming down their cheeks. The tears did not exist out of their cheeks. A suspicion rose.
The boy in the brown overcoat walking the dark corridor of the castle had a hunch of what each mural till now meant. 'But what of these ones?' His mind racked through his thoughts and assumptions from the get-go he had seen the murals till now.
The assumptions he had made after progressively seeing each one brought one conclusion. All of them were vast worlds that extended beyond what was shown. So he had begun referring to them internally as worlds.
'But what does these two mean?'
He had a daring idea, one more preposterous. "Are these proofs that the man and the little girl are actual gods? Like the Lady of Repentance?"
Darkness had no response to it except the silence that existed. Feeling disheartened at not having more to do except just remember the murals and places he sees in the castle, he sighed and looked up.
The tiny being was in the middle of a battle with a giant while another was lying dead on the ground. The other giants had noticed the fall of one but some showed signs of glee over it and others had more darkness enveloping their facial features.
"Did the tiny one kill it? Or injure it?" To the wanderer it wasn't clear enough since everything in the roof mural was monotone. The only reason he could tell what was happening up above was because of the light ahead.
'Wait, why haven't I encountered any sort of traps till now?' This concerned him.
Was it because the ones who made this castle expected that the ones who enter the castle will have no reason to sabotage or take something from this castle? Or was it because there is nothing to take or harm here?
"Or have I not encountered something of worth yet?" He felt that maybe more likely.
How wrong was he of this conclusion will be something that haunts him for years to come. Maybe he will look for this palace over and over until the castle wants him again.
Feelings are a curse.
And the wanderer felt many. He felt bored from the excursion he took into the castle, he felt exhausted from chasing after an impulse, and he felt curious what the murals were truly about.
And all of that happened within the first hour he had spent in the castle.
Looking closely back at the tiny being and wondering once again how did it come to be there, the wanderer stepped away into the next archway.
Shadows of the being shrouded in black shroud danced against the only light.
His brown overcoat stayed still irrespective of every time his feet exited it.
The black crystals deep as this archway showed slight cracks but they were too smooth to be considered as cracks. More so that they were as if lines drawn on the same singular black crystal.
It only got into the wanderer's attention when he was about to place his fifth step to reach the next archway. He subconsciously had begun to avoid stepping on the cracks. But when his mind subconsciously also questioned what is it that he is avoiding. He saw it then.
'Cracks?'
There were cracks below only when he was closer to the next archway. He turned around to look behind at the floor. He did not see the cracks. The black crystal was smooth.
'How far is the entry from here?' His mind raised another thought. He chanced to look at the entry. And only found nothing.
The entry did not exist behind him, even as a small dot. Only darkness stood to greet him.
"I have walked quite far then."
He entered the next archway. Looking up first he saw that the tiny being was gone. Only the giant it slew stayed where it had fallen while other 'dead' giants were vanishing. More entered as well from newer cracks. Some forming their canvas worlds to draw their worlds. Many still fought others irrespective of whether the one being attacked was only still stepping through the cracks or were they in the middle of making their own world.
Meanwhile, when he looked at the left. It showed the man from all previous left murals was once again making another world. One that had many structures already existing, some beings of various shapes and sizes, and fauna of odd structures.
However, the little on the right. She chose to collect her tears in her left hand while the right poured out water. 'Or is that also tears?' He had no correct idea but to him it felt more likely that they were her tears.
She poured it down and a clear stream of it fell. It fell down until it reached the very bottom of the mural. There it collected together forming a small layer of tears.
"What is she planning?" He tilted his head.
The windows were still there, except suddenly in each one two beings unseen before were staring out looking in the direction of the little girl.
Windows in the right mural showed the devastation of the previous world. Some had beings in it as well. Some had none.