reaching out across the sea

REMI

the alchemist

there's a feeling i get when i look to the west,
& my spirit is crying for leaving.

"I do see it. We are...well. We are literally in your dreams." He replies with a chuckle. Remi has never seen anything at all like the Windtossed Foothills—or what later became the Hidden Falls. The lush trees and river valleys that bleed way into crumbling cliffs make his breath catch. Rarely these days does Remi dream with anyone other than Ronin. Ascended just...go offline, and anyone else? There had been Maeve, Ianto, and Vai, for purely necessary reasons. Then again, this was for necessary reasons too, he supposed.

But what in Remi's life was ever purely for pleasure anymore?

Looking around, instead of adding to the masterpiece drawn from Hotaru's mind, Remi lets his fingers brush against flower petals that feel shockingly real. "Your memories of here are strong." He notes with a hum, glancing across to where Hotaru stands amidst the clover and dappled sunlight. Dressed now as he might have been as a younger man, Remi is barefoot with threadbare shorts and an unbuttoned shirt. He doesn't look quite at home here, having grown up on great dusty roads that led through barren lands, but there's a sunny smile on his lips just the same as his eyes cast around the world he's been brought to.

"Where are we?"

in my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
& the voices of those who stand looking.