The heavy doors closed behind him with a muted thud, sealing off the outside world. The Circle's halls were quiet, a welcome reprieve after the day's exhausting trials. Jareth rubbed his eyes and sighed, muttering under his breath,
Sleep was elusive for most, but not for Jareth. As his consciousness ebbed, he knew he was simply trading one reality for another. The Fade called to him, as it always did, even more so with the Veil shattered. Lifting himself from the physical form he'd left behind, he entered the further—the realm beyond dreams, where the lines between past and present, memory and magic, blurred.
The Fade had changed since the Veil’s destruction. It felt more volatile, more tangible, though Jareth still wasn’t sure what that meant for him. Steeling his focus, he began searching for his spirit companions, their presence a familiar anchor in the chaotic expanse. But instead of their reassuring forms, he found something unexpected.
A vision.
In the haze of the Fade, a scene from the past played out before him. The smoky, blurred figures of spirits recreated the memory with ethereal precision. His old friend, Garryn, pushed through the Circle’s gates, face etched with urgency. Though the vision was dim and soundless, Jareth knew the expression well—it had been years since he’d seen the king, yet the sight stirred something deeply buried.
Jareth awoke with a jolt, the weight of the past heavy on his mind. His body felt sluggish, not just from the dream but from the lingering fatigue of his recent battle with a demon.
There was only one thing to do. Follow the dream.
With a determined sigh, Jareth strode back through the same heavy doors, intent on finding answers—and, perhaps, his friend.
That’s enough for one day.Without a second thought, he collapsed onto the nearest settee, the weight of his body sinking into the cushions.
Sleep was elusive for most, but not for Jareth. As his consciousness ebbed, he knew he was simply trading one reality for another. The Fade called to him, as it always did, even more so with the Veil shattered. Lifting himself from the physical form he'd left behind, he entered the further—the realm beyond dreams, where the lines between past and present, memory and magic, blurred.
The Fade had changed since the Veil’s destruction. It felt more volatile, more tangible, though Jareth still wasn’t sure what that meant for him. Steeling his focus, he began searching for his spirit companions, their presence a familiar anchor in the chaotic expanse. But instead of their reassuring forms, he found something unexpected.
A vision.
In the haze of the Fade, a scene from the past played out before him. The smoky, blurred figures of spirits recreated the memory with ethereal precision. His old friend, Garryn, pushed through the Circle’s gates, face etched with urgency. Though the vision was dim and soundless, Jareth knew the expression well—it had been years since he’d seen the king, yet the sight stirred something deeply buried.
Garryn?Jareth whispered, stepping closer as if to grasp the fleeting image. But before he could reach it, the vision evaporated into the mist, leaving only questions in its wake. His brow furrowed, confusion settling in.
Jareth awoke with a jolt, the weight of the past heavy on his mind. His body felt sluggish, not just from the dream but from the lingering fatigue of his recent battle with a demon.
Maker’s breath,he grumbled, rolling his eyes as he forced himself upright. He shook off the remnants of sleep.
There was only one thing to do. Follow the dream.
With a determined sigh, Jareth strode back through the same heavy doors, intent on finding answers—and, perhaps, his friend.
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