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It was never quite the same, it seemed. Sometimes it was empty. Sometimes it seemed heavy - needed. And then other times it was more listless with wandering thoughts, images, and smells...
"...?"
He drew in a quick and unexpected breath through his nose, and the sensation was sharp, confusing. His brows creased with a sense of discomfort, and then slowly his eyes crept open to blurry vision, and a staggered awareness. He brought his hand up and rubbed his forehead, and then down over his eyes with a gentle squeeze.
A gentle breath left him as his hand dropped to his side again, and only then did he realize he was standing. He began to look around him, trying to gain some understanding, and to remember what had brought him here.
Around him, brush and trees that grew tall, lush and green. They grew up along either side of him, leaving a path which led off one way and one other, on into a seemingly unending dark. Ahead, behind, all around and above he could see only so far. And though everything was illuminated and bright, it was as though some invisible sun's light did shine down upon him from somewhere in a deep, black sky.
He frowned, looking first behind him, and then before him.
He'd had many dreams, lucid ones at that, but this...
He stepped forward, down the grassy path, and trusted it would lead him through the dark. And so it did, on into a open glade. At the center, a man stood hunched near an altar of fire.
Erën paused by the edge of the glade, the man turned to him and waved him closer without hesitation, calling out with the voice of an elder, "come! Stay a while, and listen."
And so Erën drew near, and yet the man remained silent, clearly waiting for something. And Erën, curious and yet quite confident, chose to wait as well.
"...?"
He drew in a quick and unexpected breath through his nose, and the sensation was sharp, confusing. His brows creased with a sense of discomfort, and then slowly his eyes crept open to blurry vision, and a staggered awareness. He brought his hand up and rubbed his forehead, and then down over his eyes with a gentle squeeze.
A gentle breath left him as his hand dropped to his side again, and only then did he realize he was standing. He began to look around him, trying to gain some understanding, and to remember what had brought him here.
Around him, brush and trees that grew tall, lush and green. They grew up along either side of him, leaving a path which led off one way and one other, on into a seemingly unending dark. Ahead, behind, all around and above he could see only so far. And though everything was illuminated and bright, it was as though some invisible sun's light did shine down upon him from somewhere in a deep, black sky.
He frowned, looking first behind him, and then before him.
He'd had many dreams, lucid ones at that, but this...
He stepped forward, down the grassy path, and trusted it would lead him through the dark. And so it did, on into a open glade. At the center, a man stood hunched near an altar of fire.
Erën paused by the edge of the glade, the man turned to him and waved him closer without hesitation, calling out with the voice of an elder, "come! Stay a while, and listen."
And so Erën drew near, and yet the man remained silent, clearly waiting for something. And Erën, curious and yet quite confident, chose to wait as well.
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