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dreamtidelogs2012-01-20 01:27 am
dreamtidemods) wrote in dreamtidelogs2012-01-20 01:27 am
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A Dream
Tonight, even if you are not asleep, you dream.
You stand in a sea of others exactly like you, staring up at a pale, glowing entity as it takes form and watching it every pair of eyes that you share. You have known this entity for as long as you can recall - a life before it exists in your mind but it is loud and unpleasant and no matter how you may try to recall details you only think of fire before those around you mentally drag you away from that silliness and back into the comfort of the whole.
Incomprehensible.
One of your number steps forward, raising its hands to the entity in offering. Crystals materialize in her hands one by one, the silver-blue crystals of the surface world and the golder dark crystals of the world below it. One by one, they float up from her hands into those of the glowing entity. It watches them in silence, and you feel a sensation like hearing a scream of pain but both greater and quieter at once as their light is extinguished one by one. You do not consider it worthy of response.
The entity steps back, as if pained. You do not react as this is unprecedented, you lack information on the proper response. You have never heard fear in the entity’s voice before, and while you do not immediately recognize it as such the newness of the situation is distressing. But then it finds its composure again and you receive your commands.
This world is a danger. The entity says. Its people have offered power to a dangerous foe - it must be eliminated.
The strange situation has ended and your orders have been given, but the event has shaken you. The fear in the entity’s voice and the pained sounds of the fading crystals remain with you until you wake.
For the next few hours after you wake, any communications made through the linkshells transmit emotions.
You stand in a sea of others exactly like you, staring up at a pale, glowing entity as it takes form and watching it every pair of eyes that you share. You have known this entity for as long as you can recall - a life before it exists in your mind but it is loud and unpleasant and no matter how you may try to recall details you only think of fire before those around you mentally drag you away from that silliness and back into the comfort of the whole.
Incomprehensible.
One of your number steps forward, raising its hands to the entity in offering. Crystals materialize in her hands one by one, the silver-blue crystals of the surface world and the golder dark crystals of the world below it. One by one, they float up from her hands into those of the glowing entity. It watches them in silence, and you feel a sensation like hearing a scream of pain but both greater and quieter at once as their light is extinguished one by one. You do not consider it worthy of response.
The entity steps back, as if pained. You do not react as this is unprecedented, you lack information on the proper response. You have never heard fear in the entity’s voice before, and while you do not immediately recognize it as such the newness of the situation is distressing. But then it finds its composure again and you receive your commands.
This world is a danger. The entity says. Its people have offered power to a dangerous foe - it must be eliminated.
The strange situation has ended and your orders have been given, but the event has shaken you. The fear in the entity’s voice and the pained sounds of the fading crystals remain with you until you wake.
For the next few hours after you wake, any communications made through the linkshells transmit emotions.