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dreamcrystals2022-07-26 11:40 am
likescaves) wrote in dreamcrystals2022-07-26 11:40 am
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Sender: Merisia Thenel
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
The dream that befalls Merisia starts without much of note, unless you consider desert cities to be worthy of note. The streets of Ul'dah are busy with people walking by, merchants at their stalls selling their wares. But the people who walk by aren't just those native to Eorzea; people from many different worlds appear here. The weather is nice and sunny, and most of the people seem to be in high spirits.
Merisia herself is among the crowd, though she's doing a fair job hiding her contentment beneath her usual stoic expression. As time goes on, however, she begins to look worried. Nobody in the street seems to notice her.
She approaches several familiar faces in the crowd, all of whom are browsing shops or talking to other passers-by. Sora is so deep in conversation with a stranger that he doesn't even notice her. Kor is too focused on something else to even hear her voice. G'raha must've been in a hurry, because he walked right past. Zelda was far more interested in a book she'd just picked up. Emet-Selch doesn't even glance her way when she calls to him, his focus elsewhere. There are a few other scions here as well, but none of them pay her any mind. Not even when she waves her hand in front of her faces.
It's only when Merisia finally stumbles upon a blonde-haired, brown-eyed swordsman at the end of the road that she finally regains some spark of hope. Merisia finally cracks a fond smile, reaching outward. "Emerek, you have no idea how happy I am to see-"
The swordsman turns around and walks right at Merisia. And then right through her.
Merisia's eyes widen in shock, her words stuck in her throat. A few pieces begin to click into place, and she turns around to stare at the crowd that doesn't even see her...a crowd she doesn't even exist to, as though she were merely a ghost. She looks down at her hands, only then noticing that her body is rapidly disappearing. "No," she whispers. "No, no no no, what is this..."
Behind Merisia is a small green Carbuncle, not unlike the one she normally summons. It's sitting on top of the merchant's stall, tail wrapped around its legs, eyes narrowed angrily. The entire street goes dark, the voices of the crowd growing into an unbearably loud chorus as Merisia's own attempts to cry out go silent. Just as Merisia seems fit to disappear entirely, the dream ends, and she snaps awake.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
The dream that befalls Merisia starts without much of note, unless you consider desert cities to be worthy of note. The streets of Ul'dah are busy with people walking by, merchants at their stalls selling their wares. But the people who walk by aren't just those native to Eorzea; people from many different worlds appear here. The weather is nice and sunny, and most of the people seem to be in high spirits.
Merisia herself is among the crowd, though she's doing a fair job hiding her contentment beneath her usual stoic expression. As time goes on, however, she begins to look worried. Nobody in the street seems to notice her.
She approaches several familiar faces in the crowd, all of whom are browsing shops or talking to other passers-by. Sora is so deep in conversation with a stranger that he doesn't even notice her. Kor is too focused on something else to even hear her voice. G'raha must've been in a hurry, because he walked right past. Zelda was far more interested in a book she'd just picked up. Emet-Selch doesn't even glance her way when she calls to him, his focus elsewhere. There are a few other scions here as well, but none of them pay her any mind. Not even when she waves her hand in front of her faces.
It's only when Merisia finally stumbles upon a blonde-haired, brown-eyed swordsman at the end of the road that she finally regains some spark of hope. Merisia finally cracks a fond smile, reaching outward. "Emerek, you have no idea how happy I am to see-"
The swordsman turns around and walks right at Merisia. And then right through her.
Merisia's eyes widen in shock, her words stuck in her throat. A few pieces begin to click into place, and she turns around to stare at the crowd that doesn't even see her...a crowd she doesn't even exist to, as though she were merely a ghost. She looks down at her hands, only then noticing that her body is rapidly disappearing. "No," she whispers. "No, no no no, what is this..."
Behind Merisia is a small green Carbuncle, not unlike the one she normally summons. It's sitting on top of the merchant's stall, tail wrapped around its legs, eyes narrowed angrily. The entire street goes dark, the voices of the crowd growing into an unbearably loud chorus as Merisia's own attempts to cry out go silent. Just as Merisia seems fit to disappear entirely, the dream ends, and she snaps awake.