The soul is independent of memories, but memories form a part of the soul. Kayden discovered this after many years of studying his soul. She hadn’t had many differences since he regained his memories. This actually had a self-evident reason to him: the memories had never disappeared, they had just suffered a powerful attack and were cloudy; the memory-soul conformation was something ridiculously complex.
While the two were different things, they complemented each other. Maybe that was why no soul was destroyed; most of the time, they just reincarnated without any memory and perpetuated the cycle. Kayden could freely touch his memories with the control he gained over his soul. It was an absurd power, as he could repeat experiences until he understood them or saw details he had never seen before.
Modifying and creating memories was not difficult either, and considering that Kayden’s psyche was already completely broken beyond repair, these actions did not cause any damage to his subconscious. Some memories were pillars of his personality; these could not be changed easily. Kayden actually didn’t have much control over them, as they formed a part of the soul separate from his memories; it was something strange and mysterious.
His path was also in a part of his soul. It took Kayden a ridiculously long time to notice the presence of a crown inside this ball he called a soul. She didn’t have any details; it was just a black crown. Any advance or return in its path caused a small change in the crown, be it a crack or a slightly different shade of black. Every detail was written down by Kayden directly in his memory.
After a bit of effort, he was able to simply generate a list memory, where he simply spoke all the details that he shouldn’t forget, no matter how small they were. Consulting this list was done instantly. The rest of the soul was responsible for things he couldn’t even understand; it had no matter nor was it made of mana. Kayden tried his best to destroy small pieces of his soul, but there was no way to do it, at least he hadn’t discovered it yet.
Everything was normal in Kayden’s strange and meaningless life in soul form, until one day everything changed. A kind of small dragon came close to him; Kayden’s senses opened immediately. It was as if the blind man saw again after many years as if the deaf man heard for the first time. It was surreal; Kayden could feel that he was in a square, black room, that’s all. There were no other details.
His perception was uniquely formed by a spiritual sense composed of... nothing. He wasn’t using mana or anything like that; Kayden was just feeling things around him, including a small dragon, approximately three feet long, that carried huge scars on such a small body. Furthermore, one of its wings was broken and a piece of its tail was simply gone.
The appearance of this soul was one of sadness and loneliness, but also of an incredibly great resilience that did not give up even after everything that happened to him. Kayden could feel that it was a soul as it had the same shape as him.
"Hello?" Kayden tried to speak but nothing came out. He was a soul and had no voice. For a second, he almost believed he would receive an answer, but his voice came out only in his mind. Without much to do, he began to study the dragon’s soul. It took a few thousand years, but he was able to find many spots that he had no idea what were on his body and were obvious on the dragons. Its shape was that of a ball without any personality or rationality, while the dragon carried memories and thoughts directly into its soul, and they shaped many parts of it. Kayden didn’t even need the visual part to understand this.
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After a while, he became sensitive to souls. He was able to recognize them even without this spiritual sense. This made him understand what exactly each part of the dragon’s soul meant and, consequently, his own. The strange part of this was that his soul was completely flawed, with countless details missing; the personality part was empty and meaningless. He had no purpose in his actions.
Many places where physical things in his soul should have had absolutely nothing. Kayden was closer to a newborn soul than the soul of a normal person his age; in fact, even that of someone with just a few decades to live. The dragon was a great addition to Kayden’s world. The cold increased a few folds with him, but Kayden didn’t even notice. He just needed to inflate and deflate his soul to keep warm, and now, with all his knowledge, he didn’t even have any difficulty with that.
"Hello, dragon friend, who are you?" Kayden threw a memory directly into the dragon’s soul. It had a very specific set of soul pieces for recent memories. The hardest part was doing this feat. The mechanism worked based on creating a new piece of soul that was a recent memory and then removing it from your body and placing it in the dragon at the same point. It was a ridiculously difficult process that took tens of thousands of years to complete.
The dragon was just standing still all this time; in fact, they both were. They could not and could not even move; it was as if only his spiritual sense existed. The dragon’s mind was strong and... He wasn’t facing the cold that Kayden was, as he was placed there by Nyc in an attempt to increase the intensity of the cold in Kayden’s room. It worked exactly how the Licht wanted, but unfortunately, he wasn’t strong enough to destroy Kayden’s mind. The dragon was unable to respond; he couldn’t even understand how Kayden had done it. He could only feel the soul ball that was in the room, but he was not able to feel the soul. In a way, it was a long time before he achieved a merely similar sensitivity.