Distant Dream

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SaintPhilosopher
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Distant Dream

Post by SaintPhilosopher » Sat Dec 03, 2022 10:45 am

A man with black hair, light skin, and bright golden eyes glides through a ruinous stone corridor. The man tosses a pebble to and fro his right hand casually. A confident and nonchalant whistling accompanies his traversal. When he gets to the end of this corridor, he stumbles upon a dilapidated room full of rotting corpses. The man ceases his whistling when a weak voice is heard from beneath the corpses.

"H-he… is in the c-corner.."

The Golden Man darts his gaze directly to his left, the lower left corner. A being with hollow black holes for eyes and long pointed ears beckons him with a grin. The Golden Man narrows his gaze toward the Hollow Eyed Man's own gaze.

An echoing disembodied voice speaks amidst the scene of a setting sun. Below the setting sun is a burning forest of tall cedars. The sky is emblazoned with a stark orange as smoke billows from below.


"Do not let the gold of your eyes become hollow as his. Not even if your eyes look to be sinking."
"We're moving into the Night now. Remember to take the proper precautions, a stray thought can turn a dream awry. Focus and be lucid at all times."

As the voice speaks, the scene grows with graininess and distortion. The voice also follows, becoming low pitched and distorted with time. By the end of the voice's speech the scene is unrecognizable.

From the grain, a new scene begins to take shape. Two Dwarves sit at table amidst candle light with numerous books strewn about. One dwarf dons a black beard, and the other wears a cloak which glows bright with golden light.

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Re: Distant Dream

Post by SaintPhilosopher » Fri Dec 16, 2022 11:10 pm

A golden eyed dwarf with a large charcoal toned beard is seen through hazy grain. He sits amongst those gathered about a fire. The dwarf keeps his head down, eyeing the snow. A maul rests upon his shoulder. Snow falls down gently upon the Golden Dwarf's shoulders. He looks up for a moment, seeing a host of hollow eyed beings cheerfully exchanging words. They speak of their ventures and short term plans, gossip about ongoings, and concoct jests. A few among this crowd have golden light dripping from underneath clouded eyes. The Golden Dwarf snaps his gaze to them here and there.

The people with hollow eyes begin to show signs of decay. Their skin becomes pale, their movements become more rigid, and their voices begin to morph into death rattles. The Golden Dwarf gulps down some more mead after laying eyes upon this before looking away. His face looks uneasy, and he begins to act as though he is interested in a bag of ores at his feet. One ore after the other emerges from the Golden Dwarf's bag as he appraises each. He tries to steel his focus upon the ores as the death rattles grow louder. The silence of a crypt suddenly overwhelms and ends all sounds around the Golden Dwarf. The ruffling of his pack as he rummages for more ore begins to cavernously echo.

After a few silent moments a low and guttural sound comes up from the snowy ground. A sound which resembles the machine-like rumble of a feral dragon. He tries to take another swig of his mead, but the tankard slips into the fire before going quickly to ash. The Golden Dwarf stares at the fire with deep remorse. He looks upon all of those who were jesting, only to see that they are corpses strewn across the snow. Even the ones who had gold dripping from their eyes are among the dead. The Golden Dwarf weeps.

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