Architectural Remains

The Palace is nothing but a pile of rubble and brambles remembering how, for the first time in millenia, to rot.

These rapidly mouldering ruins have been scrounged by many a curious hand – fragile centuries of literature are leafed through; whatever riches in furniture or fabric survived the fires are long-gone.

It is a corpse, picked clean, returning silently to the earth.

But for now, pinned beneath a pile of brambles as though impaled on the arch of a rib, something remains. A pair of letters.

They have been left here. Nobody has need of them now.

To my creation,

I write you this letter in anticipation of my absence. I hope I have prepared you adequately for this moment–you must understand that this is a necessity, I would merely…get in the way.

You see, I have been blinded. You will never understand this of course, by design you cannot. You need not be distracted by human troubles like I have been. Weak forces can have such potent effects on the mortal mind.

You are loved, my dear creation, but I do hope you never learn the pain of loving someone else. It is a beautiful thing. He is beautiful. However, love causes us to do irrational things. It causes us to lose sight of what really matters. I’ve lost sight of what really matters. My sculptures have begun to lose cleanliness, precision. But you…you are the exception, my love. My perfect image.

Theodorus is struggling to see your beauty. I do not understand him. I thought we saw the world through the same lens–and yet he tries to convince me to throw you away. To abandon you. I…I will not abandon you. I will not abandon him. My beauty is in all of my creations. Especially you. You are my beautiful and perfect creation.

Do not allow humans to fool you. They may not see your perfection but I do. You are perfect. My perfect creation. Theodorus was perfect. You can help him see perfection. I am… I am not good enough. I am not perfect. You are perfect.

I will teach you to sculpt–you will know what it means to be Fate. To be a perfect Fate. No-one will need to replace you.

I bestow upon you my title, my title of Fate. You shall be Aloysius the Architect. You shall be my perfect image.

They will love you.

I know you will not fail me,

Aloysius

Dear Theodorus,

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Do you not love my creations as much as I love you? They are a part of me just like the blood running through my veins–just like the tears that flow through my eyes. I thought you knew what it was like to be incomplete, Theodorus you must understand that he makes me complete. ███████████████████████████ He is who I must be.

I have strived to make perfection, and yet I am a broken puzzle piece within my own creations. ████████████████ I cannot be perfect, I see that now.

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He is a gift to you. He gives reason to my absence. Soon you will realise my imperfections, Theodorus. Soon I will be only a memory to you, but I will live on through him. You will see how he is perfect–I see it now, I have ██████████████████. I have clouded your vision, but the pain of my absence will soon leave. I am sure of this.

He will preserve my image, I will be a presence in this world. A perfect presence. I will not plague my image anymore. You will understand.

I will explore how this land has changed. I will finally see how I have changed people’s lives. I will ███████████████████████████.

You will not need to leave however, you will see how beautiful it is here. I need you █████.

I ███ you, Theodorus.

I will be there always,

Aloysius