#sky cotl eden spoilers

[catofaurora]

when it's time to vamos!

[zeikotwoyin-art]

Eye of Eden

[kyri45]

PREV / ALL / FIRST / NEXT (ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU!)

OH BOY HERE WE GO- From now on it starts the harderst part of the whole comic (for me, at least) Get ready becasue things are starting to be reaaally exciting. ( I might start to slow update again since the next parts will be super hard to draw)

[mothaday]

the face of someone who has just stepped into the point of no return

[scotlmsgs]

[ ID: A screenshot of a boat message in Sky: Children of the light. Behind the boat message is the dark red gate to Eden, the seventh and final realm of the game. The text reads, “Am I the only one that just procrastinates going to Eden? XD”. End ID. ]

[sunfiltersthroughwillowleaves]

Do you think the Hopeful Steward was scared? [EDEN SPOILERS!!!]

A young child screamed.

And there were more, there were more, light, there were more. Red rock fell from the sky. All screamed.

The Compassionate Cellists embraced the child, who cried, and their parent joined the two. Together, they shed tears.

They watched as ash filled the distant horizon, swooshing closer, emenating from Eden.

"Do you think-"

"Don't worry about it. We have to- we've gotta go."

"Where would we go!?"

They looked to the realm portals, and agreeing, began making their way towards them against the intense winds, and the ash that was beginning to reach them.

One of the many shards of darkness that rained down crashed onto the portals, that crumbled. Their one hope disappeared like a wisp of smoke in the wind.

But, of course, there was more than a wisp of smoke. The Phenomenal Pianist choked on the hot ash in the air, the enormous, thick cloud of which neared.

The child ran to the circle, where they lay sometimes on clear nights to see the stars.

They curled up in front of it.

"Hope!? Hope!? Where are you!?"

Hope looked behind them to see their parent, running towards them, but behind them was the dustcloud. They screamed to warn them, but it was too late.

The ash enveloped her, and what followed was nothing.

I always thought the Light lay at the end of death, they might have thought, if there was anything in the nothing that could think.

But all that was

was nothing.

~ ~ ~

Light.

A small light.

A weak one.

Could not move.

Move?

They had not moved in a very long time, they thought.

A different light now.

After the storm?

The storm was a long time ago.

A small mask, like theirs. Two eyes, a forehead stone.

A tunic, like theirs. Shorts underneath an overshirt, sleeves to the elbows.

Short hair, tied into a small ponytail on the left.

Who are you? they tried to ask, but something else was more important.

Their shape wavered.

They trembled.

Blue. Their skin was blue. See-through. As though they barely existed.

Who are you?

A red candle.

They led the child through the village they once knew.

Where was everyone?

A crusted body, covered in dark crystals.

Although they did not know what had happened, they knew one thing.

Their parent.

After the child left to find their destiny, the Hopeful Steward couldn't help but wonder.

What had happened to this vestige of a deserted oasis? Echoes of the abandoned refuge were present in their mind. The memories of the lost village. Once upon a time, it had been so populated. Now, the only thing that remained were the remnants of the forgotten haven.

But of course, there was one more thing that they couldn't stop thinking about.

Why the child? Why not them?

Why could the child have the destiny of light? Why did the Hopeful Steward have to shoulder the duty of the past and future on their own?

Why did they have to lose everything?

Why did they have to live out the rest of their existence as a ghost, a memory, a remnant, a vestige, an echo?

Why wasn't the child's destiny their own?

[coatl-cuddles]

When I played Sky for the first time I gotta say... the Little Prince dying brutally in Eden was NOT on my bucket list.

Sky's a coward. They said sorry no friends for you. Everyone's gotta be dead. No alive people allowed!!! To which I say BOOOOO!!!

Oh well jokes on them Alef will be arriving in Aviary soon so HAH!!!!!!

[thatskyvenya]

i love seeing moths fascinated with the eden stars, seemingly expressionless masks and confused honks 😭🤲⭐️

[danelloevee-sky]

In this update, the elder masks have been moved to the mask accessories closet. When you put them on, the unique eye shape is overlayed over your chosen base mask

When you wear the frog mask from Beckoning Ruler, your face is inside the frog’s mouth so your eyes are also inside the frog’s mouth

But when you put the elder mask accessory on it, the special eye shape is placed on the frog’s eyes instead

[mx-metronome]

Meditations on Eden 1

Writing for the sake of writing. Eden spoilers under the cut (also it’s long, oops)

Imagine you are a star in the sky, having only known the indifferent twinkling of your distant siblings and the loud silence of the universe.

Now imagine that you fall from such a comforting nothingness, at a blazing speed, towards a solid something below. You’ve been pushed out of your cradle of Light & Song and into a land of coldness and chaotic noise.

Imagine that you’ve been born. Would you not be angry? Would you not feel betrayed that a caring Mother would do such a thing to you, to remove you from your comfort? Perhaps that is why babies cry. Perhaps that is why many moths so quickly abandon their journey.

You settle into the terrible noise, learning the sound of the waves crashing on a shore and the sensation of wind whistling past your ears, and then out of the senseless noise you hear the tolling of bells and feel the vibrations resonate through you. Imagine that the star at your core trembles in response: it sounds like Her beckoning you back home.

All the while, you think, Why cast me out from the stars if only to call me back home again? What purpose does this serve? And yet She calls; and yet you trust Her.

So you follow.

You are told that all is given breath by starlight. Was I not breathing before?

You continue to follow Her voice.

Imagine that time passes, and existence becomes more bearable.

You find other fallen stars like you, other Children of the Light. Some are much taller, some much shorter, many in all shapes and colors adorning their vessels.

They sing songs of the Eye of Eden, the place of salvation, where Her Warmth proves itself true to those who have fallen to darkness. Have I fallen to darkness? Did she send me into this darkness, or was I dragged down by force?

The children gesture towards the Mountain crowned with a halo that She had been calling you to, an intense light extending from the summit back to the stars. That is where She is, She will save me and bring me home when I get there.

The children urge you to collect winged light, for these are the key to salvation. They caution that the Darkness wishes to reclaim these and that you must keep them safe. I will take these wings to Her to gain her favor.

So you continue to follow Her voice.

You pass through troubled lands devoid of the creatures’ songs, replaced instead by heavy air and the dead ground. Large creatures of not-Light swim through the thick air in endless circles, hunting for Her essences. They seek your winged light, your tickets home. You guard them jealously as you slip past, you refuse to give them up.

You ascend a mighty tower, full of graves and old stories and the dangers of hubris and ambition. The dreamlike void swirling with particles of light make you feel the closest to home you’ve ever been. These wings will surely be enough to get me home.

You continue to follow Her voice.

She leads you to the base of the Mountain, the Holy Site, irradiated with darkness, clouded in ash. Surely this must be a mistake? This doesn’t look like salvation at all!

And yet, in all your doubt, She calls; and yet, in all your apprehension, you trust Her. You continue to follow Her voice.

You scale this peak, cloaked in a storm of stones, patrolled by more of these dark creatures. You make a dash towards the open hallway, where She is calling from. You want to trust Her.

A gust of wind pushes you backward just a few inches, and your foot slips. Enough lost momentum for a torrent of rocks to pelt you, knocking you to your back. Helplessly you watch as the winged light that would surely bring you home scatter to the winds, dwindling and then fading to nothing, like candlelights in a hurricane.

Why? Why did She bring me here? This place is only pain, only anger. She couldn’t possibly dwell in a place like this, a place of absolute darkness. How could I possibly trust Her?

And yet, She calls.

You crawl between flung rocks and dragons’ eyesight towards Her voice, the loudest it’s ever been. You have no choice but to trust Her.

As you enter the hallway littered with winged light, you wonder if this is the salvation the children meant, the ultimate reward for your troubles. But it isn’t home. She beckons you further inward, Her sound is almost deafening now.

You hesitate a moment before continuing to follow Her voice.

You follow the voice into the Eye of Eden, the place of salvation.

~~

A crystal of darkness so intense that it’s poisoned the land for miles around it.

A shattered palace whose tile floors are now strewn with the petrified corpses of children who came before you.

Imagine that She has brought you here to a place reeking of death, dissonant with the scraping of stone against stone.

A place that children sang about.

Now imagine, right then, that you can’t hear Her voice anymore. You call out, just in case you’re missing something, but you feel no response.

Would you not be angry? Would you not feel betrayed that a caring Mother would do such a thing to you, to lead you to the place where you’d die again with no further explanation? Was falling away from the warm stars not enough?? You tried your best, you brought the light here, you did as you were told. Why couldn’t you be saved? Why isn’t She here???

You let out your anger and pain in a fiery scream, but the red crystal screams louder. You feel the darkness begin to slow you down and the threads holding the winged light to you begin to fray. Resigning to your arrogance and greed for answers, you step out into the downpour of rocks and kneel before the nearest stone child.

As you succumb to the intense darkness, you feel your remaining winged light tugging you, as though it were reaching for the fallen child. Reluctantly, you cradle one of your precious light in your hands and place it against the statue. Immediately, a golden light peeks through the cracks in their stone skin as the winged light combines with the child’s soul. You see your winged light count fall by 1.

They sing songs of the Eye of Eden…

You understand.

…the place of salvation…

You cannot save yourself. That is not why She brought you here.

…where Her Warmth proves itself true to those who have fallen to darkness.

The winged light was never yours to keep. Your salvation was never yours to claim. Love was never meant to be taken.

Realizing that time is short and your light is waning, you arise to your feet one final time and trudge through the storm and the sludge, reaching out and touching the damned with the light you had protected all this time. One by one, the winged light shine gold through the cracks in the stone like an ore vein, and the rocks begin to rain harder, as though the Darkness is punishing you for daring to be selfless in this final act.

As you reach out to the furthest sky kids in the darkest places, you feel the polluted water burn the soles of your feet, the pointed stones in your lungs. Your winged light reserves grow emptier and emptier, and the darkness begins to seep into your eyes and your joints and your heart.

As a loose stone clobbers the back of your head, your last winged light violently tears away from you, shattering instantly against the intense radiation. With your core now devoid of light and your soul emptied of all your achievements, you feel the darkness coat your body like a thick skin. The vessel you took on becomes heavy and movements laborious. The searing pain is unbearable.

You feel so hot, like your body is burning away, and as your heartbeat slows to a crawl, you grow cold. Is this the salvation? Will I spend eternity in a void?

What will become of them?

And as you exhale your last breath, the cold dissipates, and you feel nothing.

It is almost like falling asleep.

~~

It is almost like waking up.

Imagine you were a star in the sky, having only known the indifferent twinkling of your distant siblings and the loud silence of the universe.

Except now that twinkling is far gone, and the silence is even louder. You left your nonexistence and fell into existence. You left your cradle, learned to point, learned to charm the butterflies, learned to laugh, learned to cry, learned to dance, learned to fear, learned to pray.

And in your final moments of existence, you learned to love. Truly, wholly, and with wild abandon, even without the guarantee that it would benefit you somehow in the end.

Yes, another child comes along on the same pilgrimage and saves you too. You’re reborn, you get to reenter the world you’ve come to love again. But that’s not necessarily what this story is about.

Imagine that She is you. Imagine that you are Her. You are Her Warmth, Her Salvation made manifest, Her Guiding Light. You are the Voice that She led you along, and you are Her Kindness.

When the children sang the songs of the Eye of Eden, they were singing about Her, and they were singing about each other, and they were also singing about You.

[twinsoftriumph]

im seeing people talking about being a crab in eden so let me say a few things:

yes its possible to chibi fall into the portal just find a slanted surface on top of it and itll work. you just have to angle your fall. you can also chibi fall past the door

krill do not ignore you as a crab! you can very much get krilled!!!

idk if it was a bug or something but i went with a friend and when she got hit by some rocks + lost some winged lights, she was immobilized for like. a full 10 seconds and could not crawl and kept losing wls because it took so long to start moving again. not fun and quite dangerous

it's kind of annoying to control the crab. i fell off of the pipes with the krill like 6 times which was partially a skill issue because i wasnt slowing down enough but yeah

you've probably already figured this out if you've gone to other realms as a crab but you can't light candles or shrines or anything.

so yknow if you want to hardmode eden im not gonna stop you but like Please dont go in thinking the krill will ignore you

(also the way to get turned into a crab now is to go up to skidmore's cell and go into the tunnel leading to the cat/candle room)

[catofaurora]

Eden animal troupe with kelly and teral heading for revival~

[grimm-the-tiger]

Me: "I should go die in Eden today!"

Also me: *doesn't*

[kyri45]

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[mothaday]

ascended moth for moth a day

‎

[pathological-runaway]

You're standing at the end of a long corridor, dark water dripping from your cape. The storm is raging outside, but it's nice and warm here in the ruins. You thought it was the end, the final stop of your long journey, but the corridor looks like there's something more to it. You take one more step. There is no turning back past this point, the wind whispers softly, do you commit to entering?

read the fic here or under the cut

You're standing at the end of a long corridor, dark water dripping from your cape. The storm is raging outside, but it's nice and warm here in the ruins.

You thought it was the end, the final stop of your long journey, but the corridor looks like there's something more to it. You take one more step.

There is no turning back past this point, the wind whispers softly, do you commit to entering?

The wind sounds troubled, preoccupied. It’s eerie, you think, and then shake your head: it can't be the wind talking, winds don't talk. If there's one thing you've learnt in your six days in this world, it's that winds aren't voices, even if they sometimes sound like them. They don't sing, don't speak, don't whisper. They just blow their unsettling melodies as if they were musicians — mute musicians to be precise, musicians with no other voice than that of their instruments.

There were no words in the wind, your tired mind simply made them up. And yet you answer:

“I do.”

And enter.

***

Everything's so bright after the dimly lit corridor. Too bright, even — and too loud. There's a lot to take in: red skies, strong winds, noise of something falling and breaking, dust in your eyes and a lantern to your left.

Return the light of the fallen, the wind murmurs. It's sad, as if it were mourning someone.

Did it lose somebody it cared about?

No, it didn't, you answer your own question, because winds don't have loved ones. They can't love, they can't care. If there's one thing you've learnt in your six days in this world, it's that winds aren't people. They have no heart, no way of caring about those they encounter on their travels — and this is why you can't rely on them in times of need.

You repeat after the wind and wonder what those funny words mean.

You take a step, then another one, and then you're cold again. You're standing ankle-deep in dark water and wishing to run away from it, eyes searching swiftly for any land — or stone — there might be. Moving towards a tiny island with an unlit lantern, you notice a something in the water.

As you look at it closely, you realise it's not a statue, or a rock, as you thought before. It's a person. A person in need of help.

Before you're able to understand why you're so sure about it, your hand reaches for the statue and rests on the stone-cold shoulder. Then, there's a funny tickle in your arm, hand, fingers — and the statue is warm, as if you'd woken up the life that was sleeping there, buried deep in stone.

You wonder if the person will spring to life, like spirits do, but nothing happens.

Then, a rock lands right next to you with a loud crash, and you jump to the side, frightened.

***

It takes you a while to figure out that there are more people like this, trapped in their husks. To get the hang of hiding under ledges the moment stones start to fall. To start lighting lanterns before giving away your light — because this is what essentially happens, as you realise to your own horror when golden blood begins dripping from your hand, making you feel dizzy.

You get hit by a few rocks, crawling back to the nearest light source, barely able to think about anything but light, light, light. The place starts making sense, just like any other realm does after a while, and it seems to you that you know what to do next.

Until you don't.

***

You crouch under a semi-collapsed roof while the deadly rain gets more and more heavy.

There are tons of statues everywhere, dozens and dozens of people begging for help, yet here you are, tired and in pain already. Your hair is a mess and your cape is torn, there's dirt everywhere on your face and thoughts in your head are racing.

The crystal you thought was your guide looks even farther away than it did when you first saw it.

You're more lost than you were when you fell into the forest brook, or when you tried to reach the top of the majestic citadel, or when a dark dragon attacked you and you fell and were surrounded by angry crabs.

Or when you were climbing up the pipe. It seemed impossible to you, with the dark dragons and the strong winds, but now you'd rather be there again.

Your energy will surely be depleted before you make it to the closest lantern, let alone the giant crystal.

Return the light of the fallen, the wind says again — or maybe it's just your imagination.

I'm trying, you think, I really am. What am I doing wrong?

The wind remains silent. The rocks scream.

And then it dawns on you.

You're meant to fail. You're meant to never exit this place. There's no destination, no reward — only the end. Your end.

Your purpose has always been to return the light you that's been burning inside you since the moment you were born to those who didn't have it anymore. So, this is what you're doing now, isn't it? It was never about you. Never about how many things you learnt, or how strong you got, or what you thought about any of this.

You're just a vessel, a vessel filled to the brim with what all these souls have been craving for centuries. It was a miracle you were born, and there's no place for miracles in this world.

But oh, how many beautiful things there are out there, you think as your heart aches and tears start welling up into your eyes. How many beautiful, wonderful places you're never to see again!

You'll miss the lonely deserts and the sunny prairies; you'll miss running through the tall grass and smelling flowers and feeling sunshine on your cheeks; you'll miss listening to birds sing and falling asleep to the crackling of fire as rain quietly hums lullabies; you'll miss racing down the icy slopes and washing your face with cold snow and seeing snowflakes turn into tiny water drops in your hands; you'll miss the way your heart breaks when a manta gets eaten by a dark dragon and the joy so immense it almost makes your chest explode as you fly towards the vault summit, accompanied by the five constellations you've helped restore.

There's so much you'll never ever see again, so much that will be lost forever. So many things you'll never get to know, so many places you'll never visit, so much you won't feel or do because you'll be forever gone.

Oh, how cruel it is to be born into a world you can't have!

Yet, this is how it's supposed to go. You have nothing to reproach yourself — other than being naive.

Now, you have to gather the courage and stand up. You're the only one who can do this. The world needs your help. Its people need your help. You can't fail them.

And you jump out of your little refuge into the storm, because if there's one thing you've learnt in your six days in this world, it's that if you want to succeed in something, you have to look your fears in the eye and be brave.

For the last time ever, you have to be brave.

***

It's not the exhaustion that gets you in the end, it's a rock.

You're making your way — crawling, drowning in dark water, extinguished but not vanquished — to one more statue, when the rock rain gets heavier. You miscalculated — or maybe the rain simply didn't care about your calculations — and you have nowhere to hide this time.

I still have enough light to make it, you think.

A rock falls dangerously close to your head but misses.

The next one doesn't.

***

There's suddenly no pain anymore, and you can stand without effort.

And then your vision gets blurry, and you crumble.

It's alright, you say to yourself.

You feel darkness tearing your whole body apart, and this is the last thing you'll ever feel.

***

You’re sitting in the darkness, all alone.

You’re falling.

You’re extinguished, lifeless.

You’re the light itself.

You don’t know anything.

Your knowledge is beyond anyone’s comprehension.

You hit the ground, yet don’t feel the impact.

You’ve been sitting here for so long.

You stand up, empty.

You move towards the light.

You don’t hear the steps approaching, but feel them.

You don’t want to leave.

You don’t want to stay.

You’re being looked at with a blank expression.

You’re numb and can feel nothing.

You’re offered a hand.

Your offer’s accepted.

You’re pulled into a hug.

It’s nice. You’d forgotten hugs existed.

You open your eyes.

You’re you.

How can it even be possible?

“I don’t understand,” you say, looking up and seeing light.

You don’t have to, the wind replies. It sounds happy, triumphant.

There can’t be any winds here, you think, this isn’t a place.

But you still jump into the beam and start flapping your wings.

Because if there’s one thing you’ve learnt in your days in this world, it’s that if you follow the light, you can never get lost.

***

You still don’t understand. Even after the castles, the clouds, the whale and the singing stars, you still don’t understand.

But it doesn’t scare you. Not much, at least.

You bow at the light, your feet in the starry water.

It feels nice here. What is this place?

You take a step, then another one, then one more. There’s something — or someone — in front of you, but it’s so bright you can’t look. You feel warm.

You feel again.

How?

“Where am I?” you ask, continuing to advance towards the light.

Silence follows. No, not really silence — there hasn’t been any silence since you became one person again. There’s a chiming of bells and singing without words somewhere around you.

You’re suddenly intrigued by the singing. Why are there no words? Is it the wind again?

You throw back your head, eyes wide open. You expect to see stars, but you see wings instead.

Wings embroidered with stars, but wings nonetheless.

It’s not like anything you’ve ever seen.

“Who are you?” you know the answer already, but you’re sleepy and your head doesn’t want to think anymore. It must be way past your bedtime.

The reply is a gentle humming, and you yawn.

“You’re nice,” you mumble absent-mindedly as you fall asleep. You feel being pulled into a tight, warm embrace.

You’re about to be reborn, your Mother says.

***

You hear birds chirping somewhere to your left.

You open your eyes and take in your surroundings. The stone is cool and harsh under your hands, but you welcome it with joy.

The real journey starts here, the wind sings quietly. You thought winds couldn’t sing, but here you are, listening to the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard.

You get up and move towards to village entrance, where a friend is waving at you, smiling.

If there’s one thing you’ve learnt in your seven days in this world, it’s that there’s always something new waiting for you.