The chamber of the dead Dreamer grows silent in the dual light of the globe that is still hanging in midair. Gently you lower the head of Abanir back onto the stone dais. He seems calm under the eyes of your double vision, an empty shell now so you’ll leave him be where he is.… Continue reading Awake and Asleep
The procedure comes to you quickly. You can almost hear your mother as she talked to you so long ago. ― Focus on here and now. Empty your thoughts. If you feel yourself attached to a thought just acknowledge it and let it go. It was incredibly hard to do as a girl, you remember… Continue reading The Unsurpassable Chamber
― I am Abanir, I was Abanir. Dreamer seems to feel the old words like a winetaster, testing whether the product has gone sour or not. ― That name no longer means anything to me. His stature changes quickly, his gray eyes now piercing your skull. His presence wraps around you like an embrace of… Continue reading The Dark Past
I am being frozen in place. A single image pulses in my head, and try as I might, I am too tired to escape its gravity. My wandering mind tries to grasp at something new, something different, but I am too tired or constrained, and whatever I scramble for, the thought soon falls into a… Continue reading Crossing the Abyss
The demonstration of this grisly art is quickly finished and you are left contemplating on what to do next. Bungisgan, on the other hand starts to organize the expedition towards Saur at best possible speed. You are again struck by his ability to organize things, besides his obvious ailments. Perhaps his ability to function is… Continue reading Observation, realization, misinformation?
You keep on walking through the desolate darkness and the soft sand under your feet feels the same as always. There are no landmarks, no perspective and you figure you might as well be standing still rather than moving. Still, you keep going nonetheless, towards a direction opposite of the light that still shines brightly… Continue reading The Blunt Trap of Hatred
I am a bird, once again. A lark in a trap, or a cage. I flutter in confusion. It is all so familiar that I do not notice as the scene changes: I am home, a girl put through my paces. I have a bird whom I train, and it is to my merit when… Continue reading My Life as a Dreamcatcher