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At the center of the chamber, arcs of light coalesced around the crystal orb of the Shorai, reaching out then in many directions and then returning to a singular point high above before raining down like shimmering glass all in the midst of the center. Atandil's body was, as it hung there...

"...Dive not too deep.” She spoke as prudent a warning as one could have ever spoken then, but it was in this moment as it had been so many times before - it proved not enough. He reached to it, a trembling in his touch. And then suddenly, a tether of light snapped around his wrist - yes...

As he moved through the vastness toward the distant light, he began to notice his perception. The lights he had seen before, each one tethered, moved about him now at varying distances both high and low, near and far, no longer laid out flat against what he would have once said was the ground...

He watched as the environment around him stretched out in a way he could not explain. It grew larger, yet it did not, it grew more distant, and yet remained the same. The people around him too, though they remained in place they traveled further and further away from him. As the darkness grew...

Entering into the chamber, he was awestruck. His eyes fell upon the floor, so beautifully made and seemingly untouched by ages untold. He followed the tall walls up to the ceiling above, and each image therein captivated him even more deeply than those he had looked upon with reverence each day...

It wasn't exactly that he was nervous, but he certainly felt something grow within him with each step forward. He knew full well what it was he moved ever closer to, but he was not afraid. Though it would be a trial unlike anything else, this was something that all his people experienced and...

He lingered in silence on the Istoneth's words - the time draws near. Even after all these years of preparation for this very moment, he was not so bold as to say he was ready. He'd heard far too many times from those who had come before him that one was never truly ready. The sound of the...

There weren't many his age. Only a handful. He was told that it wasn't always this way, that once the Aerai were more numerous. He was also told that, once, the skies above their lands weren't always covered by rolling black clouds, that their forests and valleys weren't always filled with mist...