The bond between a human and an extraordinary Whisp is not formed through force or convenience. It is etched through a sacred rite—
…the opening of The Whispering Codex.
Despite its name, the Whispering Codex is no tangible book. It's a living construct of consciousness—a spiritual medium forged when a person's Mind's Garden first awakens. Only those who have stepped beyond ordinary awareness can perceive it, nestled deep within the brain domain like a still lake beneath thought.
For Jimmy, that lake had always been silent.
Until now.
He sat cross-legged by the pond, eyes hidden behind Lisa's soft grey ribbon, but his thoughts turned inward—deeper than ever before. Inside his mind, he reached toward that sleeping place, where emotions and understanding converged. And there it was.
His Whispering Codex.
Still.
Dormant.
Waiting.
Despite being called a codex, it had no script, no inscription. Just a single, blank page floating in his mind's eye. He had been told:
When a Tamer first awakens, the Codex appears white, empty, and with just enough space to host a single pet Whisp.
Only when the brain domain reaches 10% development does the page turn grey—the first true evolution of a Tamer's potential.
Jimmy's hand slowly rose.
He recalled each intricate gesture, each motion Lisa had taught him for initiating Codex synchronisation. His fingers moved like memory itself—forming the seal known as The Open Gate.
In that moment, something shifted.
Within his brain domain, the blank page of the Whispering Codex pulsed once.
A soft hum filled his awareness, like a wind through reeds.
Then came light.
A gentle white glow began to gather from all around, drawn from the edges of his conscious mind and soul. That light drifted upward, converging directly over the Whisp's head like a morning star blooming in reverse.
The little Whisp, still seated calmly beside the pond, lifted its gaze.
Curious. Trusting.
It blinked once—no fear, no resistance.
This was not a forced pact.
This was consent.
There are many ways a bond can be formed between a Tamer and a Whisp:
By defeating the Whisp completely in combat and forcing submission.
By catching it off guard, forming a hasty contract.
Or by raising it from birth, earning affection through nurture.
But only the last method—bonding from love or mutual trust—is naturally stable.
The first two carry risks. Without sufficient trust, a contract may lead to rebellion or disobedience. That's why only high-ranking Tamers, with deeply developed brain domains and refined Codexes, dare attempt them.
Jimmy's Codex… was still in its infancy.
Yet something was different now.
He had passed through suffering.
And his Mind's Garden had bloomed.
The circular starlight array, slowly descending over the Whisp's head, began to expand. The space glowed with radiant lines and rotating glyphs—ancient symbols known only to the Codex itself.
A simple way to estimate a Whisp Tamer's level is by observing the colour of the array during a contract.
White means awakening. Grey means foundation. Higher ranks show blue, orange, red, silver and even gold.
But the colour alone does not speak for strength. Without powerful Whisps, even an evolved Codex might not pass the Whisp Tamer Alliance's official exams.
The white star array shimmered gently, casting ethereal reflections across the grass.
Then—
With a final surge of light—
The Whisp vanished.
Gone from the physical world, absorbed completely into Jimmy's spiritual link.
Inside his Codex, the blank page flashed.
Then, as if ink were flowing from his own veins, a detailed, lifelike image of the Whisp appeared on the page—crouched, smiling, eyes shining like twin moons.
The Codex had accepted her.
She had accepted him.
And where once there had been only white emptiness, now he saw a new shape forming—a curved sigil like a cradle, glowing faint grey. It meant one thing:
His brain domain had now reached 10%.
His Codex had evolved.
Jimmy sat motionless, stunned by the change.
In that space, where soul met thought, his Codex page shone gently like an ember in the void. This wasn't just a pet. This was the first true step into a path that few could ever walk.
He exhaled, slowly. A sense of vastness opened inside him.
This bond was real. Unbreakable. Earned.
He reached out to the Codex mentally, touching her presence through it.
The Whisp answered, pulsing with light—eager, proud, playful.
They were no longer apart.
They were one.