9th of Winter, 513 AV
He was in this one often. A cold, rectangular stone cave. Perfect geometric corners enclose the Symenestra. Voldaire tries to focus but can make out little in the dark. Suddenly, female laughing rings across the floating dark.
"Sister?" he called out, cupping his hands to his mouth. The sound echoed back to him cruelly. It was usually his sister, and together they would escape into a void. It usually didn't feel this... dark, though. Dark.
"My Son."
The sudden cloying darkness pierced into Voldaire's eyes and burned his irises with its omnipresent, instatiable maw. I wish I could have known you. Could have loved you. Wait. Was that my thought or hers? Mother? Son.
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He awoke with a pounding headache in a wide, cavern, curled fetally towards a towering, smooth stone. I'm not awake? I'm aw-- Voldaire shot up with a start and looked around the small, narrow cavern. He paused and examined the elephantine stone, his eyes warm with potential. The subtle hints of Glyphing glimmered on the stone. It's like a doo- Suddenly, the stone wall hissed with sparks and ignited into a white-hot portal to the Void. The room hissed into blackness, like a candle extinguished by the puff of a retiring scholar.
"Let's go for a little adventure," she said. The mere thought of Voiding in his dream has sent his mind screaming through infinity.
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