[KQ] i wanna give you back the open sky

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame They didn’t part the seas, but the wood, the columns, and the pillars, some raised under the Fae’s influence (a marvel to watch, his eyes catching movements and motions), and others under his own power. Vai’s appearance between now and then was also a welcome alteration, though he was a bit disheartened to see Ronin depart (perhaps he was out issuing warnings and proclamations for the impending doom), but with a healer in place, maybe they wouldn’t come out of this too badly – an optimistic outlook he wasn’t used to employing. She received a nod of his head in greeting, as he turned back to shift more debris. Eventually, the cracks and crevasses revealed a path, and they roamed, access granted under the combination of invocations and brawn; a crimson glow surrounding them in staff light, and he took a moment to stare at the features laid out before them: stone, jagged columns, onyx sludge contorting the floor, absorbing everything in its wake (Stygian, like oblivion), trees with darker hued leaves, spotted, patterned and eerily, enigmatically complex, and the sound of water trickling. A mossy hill, still, completed the observations. Jigano remained in his snake form, winding along and away, leaving the Reaper to continue his investigations, stepping forward, hesitant to touch the mud and muck material, and instead, choosing to align himself towards one of the trees. He didn’t touch, only looked, afraid to reach and trigger something: ominous and foreboding, pressing down like the poisonous air. What were they for? What did they represent? How had they come to grow and be here, in a basement with no light? -- Deimos goes to investigate some of the trees. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace