23 Winter 511 A.V. The world was quiet save for the faint sounds of a celestial hum in the background as the chavi rubbed past each other in the infinite in-between. He opened his eyes and saw it again, endless and beautiful, full of promise. You could reach up here, and grab the stars, on this rocky shoreline in the world that does not exist. The enormity of the cliff sides were belittled with the rise and fall of the thick fog that splashed along the coast as waves, pouring into the little cove and back out. Little instances of a water fall, you might say. And those stars did shine bright through the carpeting clouds that glowed scarlet and indigo and everything in between, much like the world itself. The stillness was overlooked by the wind that gently blew inland in a constant stream of thousands of cool kisses off his bare nose. Tiki stood at the end overlooking the cover as the watered down fog began to rush in again. He heard the waves and saw the water rush, but it was just a blur. He never saw the ocean for its true form, the foam, not in his walking life at least. He reached down and pawed it, and it moved like sand. It slipped through his toes and claws and fell back to mend with the rest. It felt cold and wet, but it was still comforting. He stepped out onto it, apparently it was shallow enough. He crossed the way and came to the mini-peninsula at the farthest edge that jutted out into the abyssal foggy ocean. He could turn either way and see the edge of the world curve back on the turning sphere he was so used to seeing. He could look back and see the way to rocks continued on, and rose and fell into mountains and who knows what lay behind them. It was nice here, and he didn’t mean to leave just yet. As he did stand there in wonder he thought to himself of what was beyond the ocean, what was behind the fog. What else is out there that he’s missing? And he pawed at the fog in vain as it slipped back through and undid all he had done. There was much more in life than he knew, but he wanted to know. He was a curious cat, you could say, but his dreams showed he just wanted more. He’d be disappointed in the end with what the world really had to offer. Little did he know Sylira was among the best places of the civilized world, and that was hardly a compliment? Still he was hopeful or something like that. Naïve? A more reliable response yet… He was looking around for another way to go forward into the fog, constantly aware of his surroundings in this ethereal place. No one would surprise him. Unaware of those surrounding him, faceless figures with nearly no name or form to them, he minded his own. They could walk up to him at any moment and greet him. There’d be no surprise, just his warming grin over that feline face. He was a large jaguar black as the darkest nights in these dreams, and his eyes glowed of an enriched gold that knew no substance, only divinity. He waited for something to move him from this standstill… |