Timelapse

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

Small movements are made. A physical feeling of irritation would be felt. Wood, perhaps? As his vision slowly faded in he would be delayed in understanding his surroundings, opinions of what he may be around filled his mind as a clear view from his eyes began to settle. Though with clear eyesight, it would appear his surroundings wouldn't be as clear as he'd hoped with a light fog covering the area. Woods would surround every direction from his being. Anywhere he looked, countless trees would stretch on and on perhaps never stopping.

With no luck of understanding where he may be, his gaze would settle upon the sky with hope of some sort of direction. It is dark. The source of light had been blocked out through the density of the fog, mist would loom with very little reflection of light. Clouds from the sky would seem to be thick as each rolled into one another, it would appear as an ocean above his head with waves crashing into itself as they began to draw closer to the land.

Fog would begin to grow thicker at a very rapid rate, his vision would drop to the floor with no sense of direction as the clouds crashed into the land below. Sitting next to a tree and no sense of surrounding, Vorgo'Yar would stare quietly and curiously at the ground. It seemed there must have been a water source near with the fertility of the land, at least he knew that. Though as the fog rolled through the woods, something interesting would happen as he continued to stare. From fertility, the land would slowly begin to grow and die slightly changing the landscape all together.

With the time passing and the land changing, a cycle of death and rebirth would occur for what seemed like forever. Though, after some time of witnessing this event, the land would take upon itself an odd shape. Slowly but surely, the ground would begin to decay and rot, trees surrounding the fog would begin to wilt and twist it's shape. A thought would occur as to why he was witnessing this, as he began to infer that the ground below him had slowly become blighted. Density of the fog would drown any depth of field for him, relaxation would draw unto him as he tried to move but was seemingly stunned witnessing the decay of the land. Breathing can be heard, each breath a pump of the chest would inhale and exhale out the odored air. With a turn of his head, centering in front of him eyes would appear with a massive body lingering behind them. For an instant, fear would overcome Vorgo feeling completely defeated as he didn't even hear an approach. With that quick second of eyes meeting, blackness would wash over the body quickly drowning out the eyes. Nothing would be heard for some time, but a faint sound of the wind whistling.

 

A dream.

 

 

 

[Smaw 2376]

Kharak had a dream once.

 

It didn't end well.

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