Steps echoed the wanderer's advance through the passage. Pace after pace he crossed two more archways.
But in those archways he had stopped too. For he saw wars.
The murals on the left and right both had their own versions of a war being fought. Fought between beings created by the little girl and the man.
And in both cases the man and the little girl knelt in the center of the mural with their faces drenched in tears.
The next archways had murals showing cities built on the left and right while the number of windows had increased drastically by tens or more.
"What? Does that mean the man and the little girl made more worlds?" He questioned aloud.
None answered.
He had not seen the roof mural both times. Standing stiff he remembered this and stepped back to see them.
The first roof mural showed the first clash between the beings of the crack and the ones who had already stepped through.
It was all in black. The lines only made visible due to the light ahead.
He stared hard like his eyes and muscles wanted to remember each scene.
The shapes of the beings fighting the war on the roof. The cracks of the land. Everything.
He took a step toward the next archway and before he knew it. He was staring once again at a different roof mural.
One where the war from the earlier one had expanded. The worlds that the beings were crafting were now clashing with one another.
Each had stars and moons and their own tiny spheres of life. Each crashing into another while the being who created them attacked each other with things they brought out of their world. Weapons of destruction.
Now having seen both the murals he missed. He progressed to the next unseen archway. One where he expected to see more carnage.
He did not.
What he saw on the left and right startled him. Cities were being built. Forests were being cultivated by itself or by beings of the murals.
However the war on the roof mural stayed the same. Ever increasing in its intensity while the world they stood on fractured.
His thoughts on the murals were flipped. 'What are they supposed to be telling?'
Stepping further in, he saw the murals on left and right increasingly show the advancement from cities building to thriving and then falling in ruins in a siege of enormous proportions. And the roof mural? It stayed nearly the same.
The beings of the roof clashed and clashed never relenting.
Worlds splintered and shattered above. Spheres came out and undone by mere existence in the same world as the beings.
He did not understand what that all meant but he memorized it to his heart.
He proceeded to the next. There he saw the beings on left and right making their world again, but this time on both murals more windows showed up and it was hard to tell which one was the world on top.
Yet, the roof mural was clear. It showed a similar battle as before happening only the beings or creatures of destruction were at different places than before.
Taking a breath and looking back he thought of how long the corridor is.
He had no clue. There were only two things constant. 'No, three.' He looked down at the same old floor, the dark crystal made of black. "Or is it the other way around?" He asked himself.
Having filled his memory with the murals of the current archway, he moved on.
The next showed a new battle fought in forests made of stone. The man and the little girl's backs were to the corridor but they looked stiff as if they were in the middle of crying.
Yet, again a similar battle one of grander proportions were drawn on the roof.
Exhaling, he had noticed it well and good to go ahead. He kept his pace the minimum he felt he needed to have.
He did not stop. The next murals on left and right showed a different world on most parts. Each on the left and right were a bit hazy except where the windows were. He did not understand why. The world itself contained a city built and beings floating.
'Hmm, how are they floating in a hazy environment?'
The above mural was similar still. The war raged on.
He did make one distinction though. The hazy environment on the right was hazier than the one of the world made by the man.
Proceeding to the next murals, he saw the cities in the hazy environment flooding with people. People came from everywhere. The cities had gained taller buildings.
Still, the war above ran as high as before. But this time, there were casualties. Beings fallen.
Dead. They looked dead.
It enticed a feeling within him. One he felt was different than when he had ever before seen dead bodies. A feeling of achievement.
But what was his achievement? What was it that made him feel pride of it?
He had no answers yet again.
"Hmm, a war above and a cycle of creation and destruction on the sides. What does it all mean? Who are they?" His eyes flicked to both the murals and then the one above.
Feeling a rush of blood in his brain, he felt his heart exciting. 'I may have found something worth to tell the world. Something that the world needs to know.'
His feet fell hard on the crystal black floor as he took steps to progress.
Not stopping, he glanced the next murals of left and right. It was once again of a cataclysmic war on the cities of the hazy environment. He had no name except what he understood from seeing them.
He thought of what the wars on the cities meant. Who were these beings who kept attacking? And each time how is it that they are different from the previous? Where do they come from? He had many questions and yet again no answers.
Sighing, he looked up. For the first time, he saw a tiny being.
One so tiny it could be squished by him. Yet the same being bared his blade against the giants of the old murals.