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dreamcrystals2023-06-01 02:08 pm
sagesurvivor) wrote in dreamcrystals2023-06-01 02:08 pm
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omg how do you come up with this stuff?
Sender: Sheik
To: everyone
Subject: passive (prophetic!) dream recording
The dream crystals flicker to life with a projection of verdant green fields as far as the eye can see. The sky stretching over those fields is a clear and brilliant blue, and the sun is warm as the long, untamed grass rustles and sways in the gentle breeze. It's peaceful, idyllic - almost achingly so.
You blink.
It's dark, to the point one could mistake it for being nighttime. Storm clouds roil menacingly overhead; lightning arcs across the sky, and the thunder that results from it shakes the earth itself, a deep, constant rumble that nearly sounds like some buried primordial creature awakening from an ancient slumber. It almost drowns out the rain beating around your ears, and yet, somehow... you can still hear the frantic hoof beats of a galloping horse somewhere in the distance, though no such creature appears.
You blink.
The world shifts, and suddenly the fields are gone, Reverein's central plaza appearing in their stead. The storm remains, however; it descends like a hurricane upon the town, a blustering wind buffeting the buildings that have only just started being repaired from the Story Eater's assault. In the midst of the storm, standing tall despite the wreckage around them... are two figures that may be quite familiar to the dreamwalkers of Reverein. The girl glows like a star fallen to earth, enveloped in a golden aura - one of the few sources of light besides the crackling of lightning above them. The other comes from the sword the boy wields, gleaming silver, bright as the lining of a cloud. Together, they face the storm, resolve etched upon the whole of their beings.
You can't blink.
Your eyes are forced open, held open as if by cold, unseen hands.
(This is what destiny demands of you: to watch, to see, to know--)
The storm surges downward to meet the pair. The boy's sword cleaves the dark clouds wherever he swings it; the girl clasps her hands together as if in prayer, untouched despite the darkness raging against her light. For a moment it appears as though they will emerge triumphant in their battle, but then--
Eyes appear in the storm - yellow and hateful and looking at you.
A hand, gloved in white silk, reaches out towards the boy and girl, desperate, pleading... but the distance is too great to cross, the wind too fierce to hear over.
(--but never to act.)
A deep, haunting laugh echoes through the scene as the boy's sword suddenly loses its luster, dark veins creeping up the blade and then his arm in turn. The girl loses her concentration, the aura surrounding her fading as she rushes to his side-- and that lapse is all the storm needs. The dark clouds crash over her like a wave, denying them that reunion, sweeping her away before she can ever reach the boy. He flings out a blackened hand after her, but he's overtaken by the darkness as well a moment later.
Those yellow eyes, ever focused on you (because all of this is your fault and the storm knows it, will never let you forget it: the sin that birthed a Calamity--), curve in what can only be called an expression of cruel mockery before the clouds billow and surge once more, blanketing Reverein, rending the land asunder and consuming everything.
You don't blink, but your vision goes dark all the same.
---
The crystals do not show the color of Sheik's eyes when he awakes from his nightmare. Alone in his hovel on the outskirts of the city, no one is there to see their blue hue, or the way he stares at his hand when his vision comes into focus, outstretched and grasping at nothing. It is only later, after reinforcing the illusions he cloaks himself with, that one may catch him at the riverside, furiously chucking his own dream crystal into the water.
Does he know it's a fruitless endeavor, that the crystal will reappear among the rest of his meager belongings in no more than a day's time? Yes. Is he feeling petty enough right now to seek that kind of catharsis regardless? ... Also yes.
(The stone-grey tiny tapir at his heels seems morose about this development regardless... but that may also be because it is only a day old and it already has a tummy ache. Good luck, little one...!)
To: everyone
Subject: passive (prophetic!) dream recording
The dream crystals flicker to life with a projection of verdant green fields as far as the eye can see. The sky stretching over those fields is a clear and brilliant blue, and the sun is warm as the long, untamed grass rustles and sways in the gentle breeze. It's peaceful, idyllic - almost achingly so.
You blink.
It's dark, to the point one could mistake it for being nighttime. Storm clouds roil menacingly overhead; lightning arcs across the sky, and the thunder that results from it shakes the earth itself, a deep, constant rumble that nearly sounds like some buried primordial creature awakening from an ancient slumber. It almost drowns out the rain beating around your ears, and yet, somehow... you can still hear the frantic hoof beats of a galloping horse somewhere in the distance, though no such creature appears.
You blink.
The world shifts, and suddenly the fields are gone, Reverein's central plaza appearing in their stead. The storm remains, however; it descends like a hurricane upon the town, a blustering wind buffeting the buildings that have only just started being repaired from the Story Eater's assault. In the midst of the storm, standing tall despite the wreckage around them... are two figures that may be quite familiar to the dreamwalkers of Reverein. The girl glows like a star fallen to earth, enveloped in a golden aura - one of the few sources of light besides the crackling of lightning above them. The other comes from the sword the boy wields, gleaming silver, bright as the lining of a cloud. Together, they face the storm, resolve etched upon the whole of their beings.
You can't blink.
Your eyes are forced open, held open as if by cold, unseen hands.
(This is what destiny demands of you: to watch, to see, to know--)
The storm surges downward to meet the pair. The boy's sword cleaves the dark clouds wherever he swings it; the girl clasps her hands together as if in prayer, untouched despite the darkness raging against her light. For a moment it appears as though they will emerge triumphant in their battle, but then--
Eyes appear in the storm - yellow and hateful and looking at you.
A hand, gloved in white silk, reaches out towards the boy and girl, desperate, pleading... but the distance is too great to cross, the wind too fierce to hear over.
(--but never to act.)
A deep, haunting laugh echoes through the scene as the boy's sword suddenly loses its luster, dark veins creeping up the blade and then his arm in turn. The girl loses her concentration, the aura surrounding her fading as she rushes to his side-- and that lapse is all the storm needs. The dark clouds crash over her like a wave, denying them that reunion, sweeping her away before she can ever reach the boy. He flings out a blackened hand after her, but he's overtaken by the darkness as well a moment later.
Those yellow eyes, ever focused on you (because all of this is your fault and the storm knows it, will never let you forget it: the sin that birthed a Calamity--), curve in what can only be called an expression of cruel mockery before the clouds billow and surge once more, blanketing Reverein, rending the land asunder and consuming everything.
You don't blink, but your vision goes dark all the same.
---
The crystals do not show the color of Sheik's eyes when he awakes from his nightmare. Alone in his hovel on the outskirts of the city, no one is there to see their blue hue, or the way he stares at his hand when his vision comes into focus, outstretched and grasping at nothing. It is only later, after reinforcing the illusions he cloaks himself with, that one may catch him at the riverside, furiously chucking his own dream crystal into the water.
Does he know it's a fruitless endeavor, that the crystal will reappear among the rest of his meager belongings in no more than a day's time? Yes. Is he feeling petty enough right now to seek that kind of catharsis regardless? ... Also yes.
(The stone-grey tiny tapir at his heels seems morose about this development regardless... but that may also be because it is only a day old and it already has a tummy ache. Good luck, little one...!)