hop along, little rabbit. scurry, scatter, bound, and canter but no one escape death's patient, mournful hand in the end.
even within a realm of dreams, falon'din held the upperhand. it was a seldom used tactic to shape, mend, and break the minds of those who refused to give into his loving embrace.
it had clearly been some time since the god had last created such a realm - a lush, wooded, and vibrantly colored affront to his prevalent means of slowly stripping away one's mind. unless this was considered the chosen's form of torture, there was something not quite right about it all..
very slowly, the elf began to pick over the brush and dense foliage that sprung up all around him, the cacophany of woodland denizens drilling against his sense of peace, of safety - as if protecting whatever lay within. yet, within the same breath, he was beckoned forth, a beacon just beyond crown shy giants that allowed soft rays of light to dapple through their canopy. be this a dream?
through wither and bloom, the foliage fell before his hand, taking him further and further into what felt like a labryinth of his own making. it all seemed to coalese within the heart of whatever this may be - dream, nightmare, there was something that the god craved enough to manifest it into reality. now? he just needed to find it - the hunt had begun.
even within a realm of dreams, falon'din held the upperhand. it was a seldom used tactic to shape, mend, and break the minds of those who refused to give into his loving embrace.
it had clearly been some time since the god had last created such a realm - a lush, wooded, and vibrantly colored affront to his prevalent means of slowly stripping away one's mind. unless this was considered the chosen's form of torture, there was something not quite right about it all..
very slowly, the elf began to pick over the brush and dense foliage that sprung up all around him, the cacophany of woodland denizens drilling against his sense of peace, of safety - as if protecting whatever lay within. yet, within the same breath, he was beckoned forth, a beacon just beyond crown shy giants that allowed soft rays of light to dapple through their canopy. be this a dream?
through wither and bloom, the foliage fell before his hand, taking him further and further into what felt like a labryinth of his own making. it all seemed to coalese within the heart of whatever this may be - dream, nightmare, there was something that the god craved enough to manifest it into reality. now? he just needed to find it - the hunt had begun.
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