He seemed to have returned to the insides of a Vidyadhara egg in the lightless dark, being ceaselessly churned in a sea of waves and elusive dreams.
He dreamed of the Dracocatena Nails being staked into his body, and chains of corallium winding around him to hang him in mid-air in The Shackling Prison. He dreamed the elders coming and going to interrogate him about the truth of the Arcanum and the whereabouts of the dragon heart. He did not speak.
He dreamed of the Judges coming before him to read their decision and wanting to sentence him to death. He did not speak.
He dreamed of the white-haired Cloud Knight Lieutenant coming to visit him and bringing him news of the Lieutenant's negotiations. The Vidyadhara did not permit him to die, nor did they permit him to be sent away. He did not speak.
He dreamed he was raising his cup to drink with the others again. He dreamed he molted off his scales. He dreamed he returned to the egg, and became someone else.
He dreamed many, many things, like a never-ending immersia named "Self."
Following the immersia was an even clearer but unreachable illusion.
He saw himself being exiled. He saw himself boarding an express. He saw himself running into the endless stars, never looking back.
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Date: 2023-08-04 01:57 am (UTC)CHARACTER STORY IV
He seemed to have returned to the insides of a Vidyadhara egg in the lightless dark, being ceaselessly churned in a sea of waves and elusive dreams.
He dreamed of the Dracocatena Nails being staked into his body, and chains of corallium winding around him to hang him in mid-air in The Shackling Prison. He dreamed the elders coming and going to interrogate him about the truth of the Arcanum and the whereabouts of the dragon heart. He did not speak.
He dreamed of the Judges coming before him to read their decision and wanting to sentence him to death. He did not speak.
He dreamed of the white-haired Cloud Knight Lieutenant coming to visit him and bringing him news of the Lieutenant's negotiations. The Vidyadhara did not permit him to die, nor did they permit him to be sent away. He did not speak.
He dreamed he was raising his cup to drink with the others again. He dreamed he molted off his scales. He dreamed he returned to the egg, and became someone else.
He dreamed many, many things, like a never-ending immersia named "Self."
Following the immersia was an even clearer but unreachable illusion.
He saw himself being exiled. He saw himself boarding an express. He saw himself running into the endless stars, never looking back.