The wanderer saw two beings drawn on the walls. The one on the right had the little girl, while the one on the left had a man with his back to him.
Only light in this corridor came from the ever further light at the end of the corridor. The boy stood alone in the dim darkness. His surroundings enlightened by slanted light.
He looked ahead again. This time he believed he saw the shroud to be black in colour. 'Yeah, I think it is.' He assured himself.
Taking steps to pass from this section of the passageway to the next. He reached the next section crossing the arch above; keeping his eyes on the being in front he could see its silhouette to be of a human.
"Close enough. But it could be something else too," he gripped his dagger.
Yet, he glanced once to his right and to his left. The mural struck close to him. For the first time, he felt deeply moved by the contents of a drawing.
The mural on the right showed the little girl pressing the ground around the wilting flower plant. While the man's face on the left showed up as he bent down and drew the lines of the flower with his bare hands.
The girl helped the flower form itself, and the man crafted the flower.
With his brown overcoat seemingly become black from the lack of light, he stepped onward after the being in the shroud's steps.
Steps echoed louder than his heartbeat resounded within. He felt his heart pump more than he felt the ground below him.
'Contradictions, contradictions,' he scratched his left sideburn with the butt of his bone dagger.
Reaching the next partition after couple of steps in the passageway, the boy did not hide his curiosity to look at the murals.
The mural on the left showed the man making a tree next to the flower plant by drawing its outline in the mural. All of it in black. A truly monotone mural.
The mural on the right however drew the little girl caressing her hair as her other hand pressed and dug at the ground next to the little flower plant she helped earlier. There right next to her laid small ovals.
"What are they?" the boy questioned aloud. The girl did not turn and answer his question but it seemed to him she had an intention always to answer if someone just talked to her.
He could only assume. For none stood by to answer nor the mural had words written on it.
Thinking about the ovals hard enough, he just came to a single solution that they were indeed just ovals.
The wanderer passed under another arch in the next couple of steps. He kept his stare on the right and compared the mural to the previous one he saw.
It showed the little girl pressing her hands against a little sapling that grew in the same spot where she was earlier digging and pressing the supposed ground. She held the leaves of it in tenderness while her other hand pressed firmly on the stem of the sapling.
The stars behind her twinkled ever so humbly.
In the mural on the left wall, the boy watched as the mural depicted the man draw the fruits shape on the branches of the tree. Both of his hands were working tirelessly creating fruits of various shapes on the same tree.
The wanderer pressed on further, going forward in to the direction the being in the black shroud went.
Very next mural on the left demonstrated the man sculpting pebbles on the ground and he placed them one by one in random places. He did this yet again by simply carving lines in the mural.
While the mural on the right showed the little girl picking up ground from below and pressing and crafting the dirt into pebbles.
Both murals still were as monotone as before. Black in all its entirety.
Moving onward, he saw a similar scene. On the left, the man was drawing grass into existence.
While the little girl on the right was sculpting the ground into grass. Each with their own method of creation.
Stars shimmered the same.
The wanderer's heart took in the beauty hidden in the murals but he did not think too much of them. He considered them as merely art pieces made to appease the heart.
Walking ahead the being did not leave imprints, but still the boy felt it did. And he followed them.
Step by step he took his time viewing each mural deeply, enjoying the story unfold in them.
The coming mural was also not much different for both the left and the right walls showed a similar effect being reached by the man and the little girl respectively. For the difference stood in the way they reached the conclusion.
Little girl grabbed on the sky itself and fluffed them together in between her hands, then released them back into the sky. This resulted in the invention of clouds in the mural.
The man on the left however simply drew them in the sky. Each hand drawing irregular shapes as he went on to draw them with his fingers. Grooves traced by him showed on the mural.
That was the state both murals looked like caught in the action of their choices and yet both were as still as ever.
Wanderer in his brown overcoat sped along crossing two more arches and watched the murals show the man and the little girl form animals in one and the other held birds being formed.
At the next one however, his eyes did look up at the terrace. It seemed to him the terrace came slightly down or more so as if a canvas had been drawn on it.
His right showed the little girl tending and making another animal by grabbing the sky and the ground, but also she took parts out of her as well as she formed the animal. She had done the same before for the bird as well as the previous animal.
The man however, had simply drawn them. And he did so too again. His face and the little girl's face felt as normal as any he had seen before like he could forget them in an instant if he met any other being in the meantime.