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dreamcrystals2022-05-04 09:24 pm
multidisciplinary) wrote in dreamcrystals2022-05-04 09:24 pm
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third dream 🌱 it's rising again
Sender: Zelda
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Nightmare containing generalized descriptions of violence and death.
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Zelda's dream begins on the final night of the flower festival. The last hints of sunset colors have faded and the inky sky is bright with stars. Without the light of the moon, the stars seem to shine unnaturally bright. Zelda and a few of her friends—Satan, Mammon, and Link—are sitting on a picnic blanket spread out atop a grassy rise. The group is sipping chilled sake and chatting idly while they wait for the flower fireworks show, which is just about to begin. (Thankfully, they are comfortably dressed in their normal attire instead of their ostentatious festival costumes.)
A spot on the horizon begins to brighten, a soft crimson glow slowly blossoming from the direction where the flowerworks are being prepared. Everyone's attention turns to the source and excited murmurs run through the gathered crowds. The flowerworks are promised to be an incredible spectacle to cap off an unforgettable festival and almost everyone in Reverein has turned out to see.
Before the show can begin, a sour burning smell tickles Zelda's nose, pulling her attention away from the horizon. She looks around for the source, wondering if someone has started a campfire. There's no campfire to be seen. But as she turns back to the horizon, she catches a flash of motion out of the corner of her eye. A single tendril of smoke rises up from the grass a few inches away from the edge of the blanket.
As she turns her attention to it, she catches sight of another one a few feet away, then another and another. Flecks of black ash and smoldering embers materialize out of nowhere, fluttering upwards into the sky as though gravity was suddenly reversed. The crimson glow on the horizon brightens, spreading out over the night sky and dying it in red and orange hues, like a sunset happening in reverse.
She knows what this is. She's seen it before. Her heart begins to beat faster and panic squeezes against her chest like two strong hands. Tension presses in on Zelda from all from all sides.
The air grows thick with smoke, causing Zelda and her friends to start coughing. Unsettled murmurs spread across the hillside as the other dreamwalkers start to notice the smoke and ash in the air. The entire sky has turned shades of red, so bright that the stars can barely shine through it.
Then, on the horizon, a red sun begins to rise again.
The hands squeezing Zelda's chest suddenly clamp down, crushing her heart and lungs in their grip. A choked gasp escapes her lips. No, not a sun.
"The blood moon...!" she rasps, voice hitching.
The red sun crests the horizon and comes fully into view, plain for all to see. It's not a sun, but a full moon, the source of the red glow brightening the night sky, with the same luminosity one would expect from the full moon on a cloudless night. But no one feels a sense of beauty or serenity as they gaze up at it—only a sickening dread curling in the pits of their stomach.
Zelda is the first to react, scrambling to her feet in a panic. She clutches her hands to her chest. Her heart races, thundering in her ears. "No, it can't be. Please, not here! I beg you! Not here, too!!"
A low, fearsome roar reverberates across the field, its source unseen, as if answering Zelda's pleas. She lets out a sob.
Suddenly, monsters materializes across the hillside, exploding into life from a swirl of black smoke and burning embers. The monsters brandish their weapons and howl, answering their master's call.
All around, startled dreamwalkers are leaping to their feet. Link jumps up immediately after Zelda, one hand yanking free the sword from the scabbard strapped to his back. He motions for Zelda to stand behind him, but the fear roots the princess in place. She squeezes her hands together, fingernails biting into her palms.
There's barely a moment to react before the monsters lunge forward to attack the nearest dreamwalkers. The dreamwalkers' screams join the chorus of roars and howls as battle breaks out across the hillside. But it's hardly a battle at all—more of a massacre. The dreamwalkers find themselves defenseless, bereft of weapons and dreamotion magic. They are easily overpowered by Calamity Ganon's hoard, slaughtered without mercy.
Link manages to fight some of the monsters off, but Zelda's group is beset on all sides. Satan and Mammon stand as if to fight as well, but also find themselves unarmed and magicless. A crowd of monsters rushes the group from the rear and a moblin manages to grab the two demons, one in each hand. With a roar, the moblin hefts them by their wrists above its head, boasting its catch. The beast opens its crooked maw, ready to consume them.
"No!" Zelda screams and dashes towards her friends. She throws out her right arm to reach for them, begging her sealing magic to stop the beast before it rips her friends apart.
But nothing happens. Her divine power ignores her pleas, as dormant as the day the Calamity befell Hyrule Castle and she was forced to flee with Link, leaving her father to his death.
"No!!"
The dream ends abruptly before the demon brothers can be violently dismembered and eaten alive. Zelda jerks awake in her own bed as she continues to scream.
--
( ooc: Zelda is having a nightmare of the rising of the blood moon, an event in Breath of the Wild that resurrects slain monsters. Here is a 62-second video of the event, if you want to see the visual effects in motion.)
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive Dream Recording
Warnings: Nightmare containing generalized descriptions of violence and death.
--
Zelda's dream begins on the final night of the flower festival. The last hints of sunset colors have faded and the inky sky is bright with stars. Without the light of the moon, the stars seem to shine unnaturally bright. Zelda and a few of her friends—Satan, Mammon, and Link—are sitting on a picnic blanket spread out atop a grassy rise. The group is sipping chilled sake and chatting idly while they wait for the flower fireworks show, which is just about to begin. (Thankfully, they are comfortably dressed in their normal attire instead of their ostentatious festival costumes.)
A spot on the horizon begins to brighten, a soft crimson glow slowly blossoming from the direction where the flowerworks are being prepared. Everyone's attention turns to the source and excited murmurs run through the gathered crowds. The flowerworks are promised to be an incredible spectacle to cap off an unforgettable festival and almost everyone in Reverein has turned out to see.
Before the show can begin, a sour burning smell tickles Zelda's nose, pulling her attention away from the horizon. She looks around for the source, wondering if someone has started a campfire. There's no campfire to be seen. But as she turns back to the horizon, she catches a flash of motion out of the corner of her eye. A single tendril of smoke rises up from the grass a few inches away from the edge of the blanket.
As she turns her attention to it, she catches sight of another one a few feet away, then another and another. Flecks of black ash and smoldering embers materialize out of nowhere, fluttering upwards into the sky as though gravity was suddenly reversed. The crimson glow on the horizon brightens, spreading out over the night sky and dying it in red and orange hues, like a sunset happening in reverse.
She knows what this is. She's seen it before. Her heart begins to beat faster and panic squeezes against her chest like two strong hands. Tension presses in on Zelda from all from all sides.
The air grows thick with smoke, causing Zelda and her friends to start coughing. Unsettled murmurs spread across the hillside as the other dreamwalkers start to notice the smoke and ash in the air. The entire sky has turned shades of red, so bright that the stars can barely shine through it.
Then, on the horizon, a red sun begins to rise again.
The hands squeezing Zelda's chest suddenly clamp down, crushing her heart and lungs in their grip. A choked gasp escapes her lips. No, not a sun.
"The blood moon...!" she rasps, voice hitching.
The red sun crests the horizon and comes fully into view, plain for all to see. It's not a sun, but a full moon, the source of the red glow brightening the night sky, with the same luminosity one would expect from the full moon on a cloudless night. But no one feels a sense of beauty or serenity as they gaze up at it—only a sickening dread curling in the pits of their stomach.
Zelda is the first to react, scrambling to her feet in a panic. She clutches her hands to her chest. Her heart races, thundering in her ears. "No, it can't be. Please, not here! I beg you! Not here, too!!"
A low, fearsome roar reverberates across the field, its source unseen, as if answering Zelda's pleas. She lets out a sob.
Suddenly, monsters materializes across the hillside, exploding into life from a swirl of black smoke and burning embers. The monsters brandish their weapons and howl, answering their master's call.
All around, startled dreamwalkers are leaping to their feet. Link jumps up immediately after Zelda, one hand yanking free the sword from the scabbard strapped to his back. He motions for Zelda to stand behind him, but the fear roots the princess in place. She squeezes her hands together, fingernails biting into her palms.
There's barely a moment to react before the monsters lunge forward to attack the nearest dreamwalkers. The dreamwalkers' screams join the chorus of roars and howls as battle breaks out across the hillside. But it's hardly a battle at all—more of a massacre. The dreamwalkers find themselves defenseless, bereft of weapons and dreamotion magic. They are easily overpowered by Calamity Ganon's hoard, slaughtered without mercy.
Link manages to fight some of the monsters off, but Zelda's group is beset on all sides. Satan and Mammon stand as if to fight as well, but also find themselves unarmed and magicless. A crowd of monsters rushes the group from the rear and a moblin manages to grab the two demons, one in each hand. With a roar, the moblin hefts them by their wrists above its head, boasting its catch. The beast opens its crooked maw, ready to consume them.
"No!" Zelda screams and dashes towards her friends. She throws out her right arm to reach for them, begging her sealing magic to stop the beast before it rips her friends apart.
But nothing happens. Her divine power ignores her pleas, as dormant as the day the Calamity befell Hyrule Castle and she was forced to flee with Link, leaving her father to his death.
"No!!"
The dream ends abruptly before the demon brothers can be violently dismembered and eaten alive. Zelda jerks awake in her own bed as she continues to scream.
--
( ooc: Zelda is having a nightmare of the rising of the blood moon, an event in Breath of the Wild that resurrects slain monsters. Here is a 62-second video of the event, if you want to see the visual effects in motion.)
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[ Zelda intentionally avoids describing the many other horrors currently plaguing Hyrule as a result of the Calamity. No need to give Isabela nightmares too. ]
It seems the absence of our moon here is wearing on me. My imagination has run away from me.
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Unfortunately, this seems to have little influence on an individual's penchant towards pleasant dreams or nightmares.
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Thank you for the explanation: I appreciate the explanation.