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One Hundred Sleepless Nights


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The witch would outstretch both of her arms over the open tome, the pages stained with eldritch text. Her hands stretched aggressively as suddenly neon blue crystals rose from the scarlet letters, the geodes began to shift and flicker like a flame. The cavern would suddenly grow more quiet, or perhaps she stopped listening. The flames began to engulf the book and soon a very dark black smoke drifted from the fire, faintly. The witch's shoulders moved in forward as she almost fell into the book, but circled back up right. Her eyes felt heavy as the smoke began to violently plume from the book. Her eyes shut from the overbearing smoke until a voice suddenly caught her attention.

 

"Failing lights amass one hundred sleepless nights-"

 

Her eyes sprung open to reveal herself completely surrounded by the smoke, but she was in the cave no longer. The sounds of a weeping baby come from behind her as she'd turn to see a rather luxurious looking crib only meters away. She'd take a step forward before suddenly stuttering as her eyes went wide. She recalled that last time she'd done this with Vivec, how these are not dreams, but they are nightmares. The baby's voice suddenly shot up in pitch as it screamed, it's tears booming from all around her. Her blue eyes would cast a faint light along the white blank inside. She'd take a few slow steps forward and pressed her grey hand along the side, her thumb brushing against the white fur blanket. However, her gaze could not seem to make its way inside. The sorceress' lips would part before she'd release a shaky breath.

 

A black haired woman with a dark black fur draping over her shoulders would stand behind Eileen with a soft gasp. Her right limb rose to rake her well pampered digits through the sleeked back white locks on the witch's head. 

 

"You cannot look at your own daughter, Estelle? She screams for you." 

 

The woman spoke through a haunting duet of a Norse accent and six feet of water.

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11 hours ago, Luvvy said:

suddenly neon blue

An old, rotting thing questions the integrity of such colours as the colourless neon existing in the living realm. Had madness truly touched him? Or was it that technology had advanced to such an order that the periodic table was conjured ages beyond its time?

Ah, but with the liberalistic knowledge and perverse pattern of thinking the elvenesse had self-insertedly acquired, it was no wonder such trophies were to be garnered ahead of time. 

Or was it that he was nitpicking arbitrarily to find sin where no sin had nestled?

Idiocy, the lot of it. The bitter seeds of an aging man.

 

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3 hours ago, Boruto said:

An old, rotting thing questions the integrity of such colours as the colourless neon existing in the living realm. Had madness truly touched him? Or was it that technology had advanced to such an order that the periodic table was conjured ages beyond its time?

Ah, but with the liberalistic knowledge and perverse pattern of thinking the elvenesse had self-insertedly acquired, it was no wonder such trophies were to be garnered ahead of time. 

Or was it that he was nitpicking arbitrarily to find sin where no sin had nestled?

Idiocy, the lot of it. The bitter seeds of an aging man.

 

The old man was in fact looking for sin where sin had not taken place. He's also suffering from some sort of illness as he most certainly wasn't present for the event written about, odd.

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15 minutes ago, Luvvy said:

The old man was in fact looking for sin where sin had not taken place. He's also suffering from some sort of illness as he most certainly wasn't present for the event written about, odd.

It does not take a bright mind to deduce mental illness where it most certainly resides. And indeed, one needn’t be present to point out a flaw – or an ill-born sorcery – by which a gas such as neon suddenly apparates in one’s writing...

Ah, but one must always flaunt their skills, like a dancing mutt awaiting applause! The burden of shame falls not on you, so fret not.

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