In this world, every domain of power had its share of dangerous places.
The domain of the soul, in particular, encompassed so many subdivisions that its scope was as vast as an ocean. Even a god of this domain could hardly claim that they would never become lost in the deeper reaches of the mind.
Consciousness, the subconscious, personality, divinity, dreams, the spirit world, and countless other concepts all belonged to the broad domain of the soul.
And under ordinary circumstances...
The spirit world was the shallowest layer. Below it lay the mind sea, also known as the sea of consciousness, a vast expanse that stored all deep thought processes and memories. Further down, however, lay the domain of the subconscious, where things lurked that even the individual could neither control nor perceive.
That included your dark side, your malice, and every stream of consciousness you had hidden, whether passively or deliberately.
And more importantly...
Black String Moon had already forgotten those memories under the curse. Even if he crossed over, he might find nothing at all. He might even become lost at the boundary of her subconscious. If that were all, it would not be irreversible. The most terrifying possibility, however, was becoming lost without realizing it, unknowingly falling into the even more dreadful sea of loss.
"Lynn! Did you hear what I said?!"
A trace of urgency had crept into Sir Awen's voice.
"That wall is already the boundary of her mind. You won't find anything by going farther. And I must tell you, as someone who controls psionics, you naturally attract the attention of many shadows in the mental domain. They'll do everything they can to lead you astray. Do you understand?!"
His voice echoed through Lynn's consciousness.
But Lynn had already made up his mind.
"Don't