Alex placed his complete focus on the dark book in his hands. It was thin, containing around twelve pages. With a small breath, he opened it and read the bold first words.
What is Error?
Darkness is the canvas, that much was certain. It held nothing of its own, yet upon it the whole of reality is painted.
The laws of fire and water, of weight and breath, of light and sound, all of them are the foundations of reality, just as cells are to a body, all build upon a canvas, chained together into the endless patterns that make up reality.
From this truth, the first property of Darkness is plain to see. Erasure. To erase was simply to wipe away the color, to return the canvas to its blank, waiting state.
Simple, natural, inevitable.
But then came the question. What if the canvas itself shifted? Not wiped clean, not partly erased, only unsettled. The paint still clung, the lines still held, but the ground beneath them was no longer steady.
