A realm of a quiet serenity. Navy skies met blue hydrangeas, coating the floor. The trees nothing more but a black silhouette against the background, wispy, like smoke. The sky rippled a few unseen colors, as the world quivered under her touch. Not that she minded, really. The realm of thought was always so delicate. So easily provoked. Even in his endless dream, the world he created fluxuated with the shadows of every light and the potential, possible of what could be. Of course such nuances often changed. Everything changed in the land of dreams.
She watched each leaf fall with a growing fear, climbing her throat, reaching, holding her in a firm grip, catching her words. This world, while beautiful, was failing. Going to sleep, like all dreams did when they were forgotten. She sucked air nervously at the thought, desperate to find a solution, What a terrible fate to behold. Most of her kind didn't even realized when they died. She however, would get a first-seat to the event. Unless she found someone. Something.
And then the world rippled again, making her jump in her bed against the flora, pulling a few stray petals from her hair, and letting the wind catch them, frowning. She was told she would have time. Time. But how much? But something caught her attention, towards the east. A sight she had not seen. Which meant only one thing.
It was someone else's thoughts.
And like a hungry wolf, she quickly moved to the source of the phenomenon, prepared to embrace whatever may be lying at the other side.
She watched each leaf fall with a growing fear, climbing her throat, reaching, holding her in a firm grip, catching her words. This world, while beautiful, was failing. Going to sleep, like all dreams did when they were forgotten. She sucked air nervously at the thought, desperate to find a solution, What a terrible fate to behold. Most of her kind didn't even realized when they died. She however, would get a first-seat to the event. Unless she found someone. Something.
And then the world rippled again, making her jump in her bed against the flora, pulling a few stray petals from her hair, and letting the wind catch them, frowning. She was told she would have time. Time. But how much? But something caught her attention, towards the east. A sight she had not seen. Which meant only one thing.
It was someone else's thoughts.
And like a hungry wolf, she quickly moved to the source of the phenomenon, prepared to embrace whatever may be lying at the other side.
So lost. So very lost. So confused as well. Where was he? His body felt rather wary and in pain. His armour had cracks and dings in it. The cloth like clothing under his armour torn. His body had pain surging through it. His joins feeling weaken. His body heavy.
"D-damn... this pain. Such... pain in my body. I never have felt it before... Not even when I once battled against the great grand dragon or even demon kings of yore."
His mind was a drift. His thoughts, being mixed of worry Where was he? What hell was this? Would this be some endless void? Everything was dark. He leaned up against his sword as his breathing would be getting slower and slower.
"This is all too damming... why.. am I here?"
Oersted would question himself many things. Where and why? What as well? However, everything seemed to fade into a purgatory. He bolted awake, only to rub his forehead with his hand.
"This... the same nightmare I had before..."
Oersted huffed a bit. Maybe trying to fall back asleep would be a good idea.
"It isn't real. It's never real..."
Laying his head back down on his pillow, the young knight closed his eyes. Soon,he fell back into his slumber. The only thing... the time... what would tell? If that hellish dream would occur again. Was this telling him something? Some kind of future?
"D-damn... this pain. Such... pain in my body. I never have felt it before... Not even when I once battled against the great grand dragon or even demon kings of yore."
His mind was a drift. His thoughts, being mixed of worry Where was he? What hell was this? Would this be some endless void? Everything was dark. He leaned up against his sword as his breathing would be getting slower and slower.
"This is all too damming... why.. am I here?"
Oersted would question himself many things. Where and why? What as well? However, everything seemed to fade into a purgatory. He bolted awake, only to rub his forehead with his hand.
"This... the same nightmare I had before..."
Oersted huffed a bit. Maybe trying to fall back asleep would be a good idea.
"It isn't real. It's never real..."
Laying his head back down on his pillow, the young knight closed his eyes. Soon,he fell back into his slumber. The only thing... the time... what would tell? If that hellish dream would occur again. Was this telling him something? Some kind of future?
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