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Every student at Mythag knows what Silver is - the core of an awakener, the substance left behind after the death of the flesh (albeit a rare occurence). But is there more to it? Is it the pure form of a soul? Something like the byproduct of a chemical reaction? Someone’s want to be remembered? Something that just happens randomly, with no way to predict it, outside of controllable forces?
Dissolution devours memories; silver brings them back.
Dissolution is the darkness; silver is the light at the end of the tunnel.
Dissolution is a bottomless void; silver is a bright mirror.
Dissolution is finality; silver is hope.