Step Forth
A man with pointed ears, pale skin, black hair, and silver eyes with gold specks stands upon a grey shore. His eyes are heavy with exhaustion. Darkness swirls and warps about the sky above him and in the distance every which way. Beyond the man's feet is the soft roll of a seemingly endless ocean's waves.
A series of whispers stream out in waves from the darkness just to the left of the Man-Elf, speaking quickly.
The Man seems to hear these whispers, a small smile showing upon his visage as he looks to his left, "It will not require death, my beloved. It is the opposite of death."
The whispers retort with the same speed, veiled by their quickness.
He takes a deep and wistful sigh, running a hand down to his right side, clenching it. He looks down at his right side and then back to his left, "Your feeling is not unjustified, for The Gaze is upon you."
The waves before the Man-Elf begin to grow with chaos as the whispers fire up in intensity, they hail down from every which way. From the Darkness around him.
The Man-Elf looks about, squinting as he winces and clenches his side, "Do not… give in. Do not .. sleep. The Gaze is upon you. Hold out for … the Dawn."
The waves grow even more tumultuous and the whispers barrage the Man-Elf. He puts his head down , gripping his head by the ears, "It is real. He is here. He has always been here. All that was broken will be restored. The Gaze is upon you. Your pain is witnessed and it will be healed."
The whispers cease and a single draw of a breath is heard echoing throughout the darkness. The Man-Elf looks about with a cautious gaze, squinting as he slowly removes his hands from his ears. The Man-Elf, squinting, looks out into the expanse of that chaotic sea as its chaos gradually dies down. Little by little, the grey ocean before him begins to shew forth a rising sun. The glowing bright yellow sun rises out of the ocean, with an earth quaking sound of surfacing.
As the bright sun rises, the light illuminates the space with a fervor. A distant mountain which seems to go on forever into the sky is revealed, as clouds are seen parting way for its visage to be made clearer.
The Man-Elf raises his hand, making a visor with it as he looks across the sea toward that mountain. A wide smile begins to form upon the Man-Elf's visage as his face regains a lively countenance. The Man-Elf's once silver eyes ignite with a burst of gold, turning fully bright gold. He goes to take a step forwards to the edge of that grey shore. The Darkness swirls in an expanse behind him as he walks toward the edge of the shore. As the Man-Elf moves farther from the Darkness, the sea regains its blue color and the sand regains its tan.
A shadowy humanoid shape about the height of a woman-elf stands off in the darkness, to the left of where the Man-Elf was previously standing. He looks back for a moment, toward the stationary figure, with a slight frown. He beckons for the figure, gesturing for her. But the figure does not follow him. The Man-Elf sighs wistfully before looking back toward the Mountain, as he now stands at the water's edge. The warm sand beneath his feet as the water beckons him toward the distant mountain with its now gentle rolling waves. "I will look for you."
He takes a deep breath, a look of apprehension in his eyes as his eyes trail the expanse of sea before him. After a short moment of looking back toward the darkness, and then forwards toward the mountain, he takes a step forth.