Timestamp: 18th WInter 516AV
Location: ????
Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
As sleep took him Alex couldn’t help but remember the woman he’d met earlier in the season. At least in his dreams. Linie. He’d never quite gotten the chance to hear her last name but it was enough for him to see the face and know the name. His body relaxed as his mind slipped into the recesses of itself.
He found himself staring at the monolithic structure before him that comprised his own mind. The large tower a slow helical spiral that eventually collapsed in on itself towards the peak of the spire. The alabaster marble of the outer wall and the stark ebony of the granite intertwining into this contrasting conflict. The huge doors near the base thick and heavy steel. Much like the wall he put up between himself and the outside world. The door looked imposing however with a slight push of his hand the entire thin shifted. It was simply a façade, a fake showing to keep out the unwanted visitors.
Within the spiral tower, deep viridian and rich crimson silks sprawled out over the walls and floors. The floors illuminated by a steady slow burning torchlight and the same pattern of White and black stonework carried on within the interior. Impossibly high yet never seeming fully out of reach. His mind parsed into infinity. He rolled his shoulders and absent-mindedly left the door ajar. His footsteps clamoured up the staircase passing almost sixty floors in a single flight of stairs.
He found himself in his quiet room. A simple place where he did one thing, take solace away from his memories. A space filled with simple creature comforts, a chair, a table and a hearth. That was it, however the strange thing was the cold stonework was completely exposed here, and each wall not even that fully, and instead it was lined with stained glass depicting a huge and violent thunderstorm over the ocean, a sudden spark of wildfire setting ablaze a forest and finally a thick ice storm shattering against a stone city, each image coating a third of the walls.
Outside of this tower the sun dipped below the horizon into the burning red of twilight. The almost fire like light catching across the tower and setting it ablaze against the sky. On a flat plane of grass seeing something of that size and import was definitely strange.
Location: ????
Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"
As sleep took him Alex couldn’t help but remember the woman he’d met earlier in the season. At least in his dreams. Linie. He’d never quite gotten the chance to hear her last name but it was enough for him to see the face and know the name. His body relaxed as his mind slipped into the recesses of itself.
He found himself staring at the monolithic structure before him that comprised his own mind. The large tower a slow helical spiral that eventually collapsed in on itself towards the peak of the spire. The alabaster marble of the outer wall and the stark ebony of the granite intertwining into this contrasting conflict. The huge doors near the base thick and heavy steel. Much like the wall he put up between himself and the outside world. The door looked imposing however with a slight push of his hand the entire thin shifted. It was simply a façade, a fake showing to keep out the unwanted visitors.
Within the spiral tower, deep viridian and rich crimson silks sprawled out over the walls and floors. The floors illuminated by a steady slow burning torchlight and the same pattern of White and black stonework carried on within the interior. Impossibly high yet never seeming fully out of reach. His mind parsed into infinity. He rolled his shoulders and absent-mindedly left the door ajar. His footsteps clamoured up the staircase passing almost sixty floors in a single flight of stairs.
He found himself in his quiet room. A simple place where he did one thing, take solace away from his memories. A space filled with simple creature comforts, a chair, a table and a hearth. That was it, however the strange thing was the cold stonework was completely exposed here, and each wall not even that fully, and instead it was lined with stained glass depicting a huge and violent thunderstorm over the ocean, a sudden spark of wildfire setting ablaze a forest and finally a thick ice storm shattering against a stone city, each image coating a third of the walls.
Outside of this tower the sun dipped below the horizon into the burning red of twilight. The almost fire like light catching across the tower and setting it ablaze against the sky. On a flat plane of grass seeing something of that size and import was definitely strange.
