"Look! Boy! This is the true face of the world you are chasing."
The Duke's voice reached an octave far too deep for his ears as they rattled.
"This is the truth we have all come to accept. Let it fill your mind, and you will learn what it means to give respect where it is due."
Romeon stepped past the Duke's outstretched arms, and the world bloomed in ways that flooded his perception—suffocating him with truths far too profound. Yet his mind greedily drank in the knowledge, caring not for its incapacity to handle the magnitude of what he was seeing. He drowned and yet could not die; the torture was both frightening and introspectively wonderful.
The change was slow—agonizingly so—as the essence of what lay before him filled the gaps in his mind, pushing it beyond limits he had never imagined.
