Zavien
His dreams these days are often filled with a quiet emptiness as he strolls through the vacant city of Stormbreak. Windows are dark and void of life, yet from the corner of his eye, Zavien can barely make out the flicker of memories. Smiles, laughter, screams, bodies. Each fractured recollection vanishes before he can latch onto it, the windows remaining dark and still around every corner.
There's an aimlessness as he wanders, nothing holding him back or guiding him forward beyond the movement of his feet that never seem to touch the cobblestones. The vacant street gives new meaning to 'memory lane,' a disconnected observation of it all that he strolls through.
Suddenly, the street beneath his feet turns to darkness, the vision of empty streets fading at the edges until they fall away like grains of sand into the vast black ocean. What remains smears into nothingness, something he's become familiar with, but this time feels different. The darkness doesn't settle around him, but expand with a vastness that he can't comprehend. It draws him from the stupor of his dream, a softer focus forming as he takes in the stars that appear and coalesce into a presence he knows.
He's never dreamed of Safrin, at least not in the kind of way that suggested imagination on his part, so when she reaches out a star-studded hand, he blinks a moment in surprise. Yet, even in a dream, Zavien doesn't leave a goddess waiting, the galaxies rippling with subtle encouragement. Nodding his head, he steps forward to follow her towards whatever end she beckons.
There's an aimlessness as he wanders, nothing holding him back or guiding him forward beyond the movement of his feet that never seem to touch the cobblestones. The vacant street gives new meaning to 'memory lane,' a disconnected observation of it all that he strolls through.
Suddenly, the street beneath his feet turns to darkness, the vision of empty streets fading at the edges until they fall away like grains of sand into the vast black ocean. What remains smears into nothingness, something he's become familiar with, but this time feels different. The darkness doesn't settle around him, but expand with a vastness that he can't comprehend. It draws him from the stupor of his dream, a softer focus forming as he takes in the stars that appear and coalesce into a presence he knows.
He's never dreamed of Safrin, at least not in the kind of way that suggested imagination on his part, so when she reaches out a star-studded hand, he blinks a moment in surprise. Yet, even in a dream, Zavien doesn't leave a goddess waiting, the galaxies rippling with subtle encouragement. Nodding his head, he steps forward to follow her towards whatever end she beckons.
It was impossible, of course.
But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.
But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming.
