The First Question of Self

How does one fight a shadow that is cast by one’s own light? The revelation sent a tremor of a different kind through the unified consciousness. This was not a problem of harmony or logic, but of identity. The First Chorus wrestled with the idea that their song could contain such a dissonant, destructive note. The Weaver, for the first time, felt a flicker of true fear, for if its chaos was not its own, what was it? And the Structure, the keeper of their story, was forced to ask the most fundamental question of all: if the past could rise up to consume the present, what was the point of memory?