Author Topic: Dream Journal of Nicolyta Nyx  (Read 377 times)

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on: September 16, 2022, 05:15:50 PM
The dreamscape is an expansive castle. Its ceiling held up high by thick and sturdy pillars.

There is a table in the center of a common room, covered in food and drink.

Three figures bicker and argue, but there is a nonchalantness to their tone.

Everyone understands one another here, they think they know each other.

But one, perhaps, understands more than the others. One is not afraid to call a bluff.



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on: September 19, 2022, 05:32:21 PM
The dreamscape is black. All black. All shadows and darkness.

Here. There. Everywhere. Nothing but black and shadows and darkness.

The dreamscape is black.

The dreamscape is black.

The dreamscape is black.

Black. Black. Black.



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on: September 22, 2022, 03:24:30 PM
The dreamscape is black.  And so are the people within it.

Man, woman, child. Man, halfling, dwarf, elf.

Touched by shadow, covered in darkness. Just barely survived upon a dark boat upon darker waters.

And, in the end, still taken and gone into oblivion.

All the lost opportunities, all the lost chances.

If only I had more time. If only I prepared ahead of time.

I should have put two and two together. I should have listened to the words between the words the ring runner spoke over the bronze. The hints were there to be caught. The implications clear in hindsight. I need to look forward with clearer eyes. I cannot let such chances slip through again in the future.