Perennial Evenfall

[Sorcerio 4712]

 

 

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33k63cuxrVo]

 

A soft, salty breeze rolled in from the eastern shores, bearing a gentle melody which weaved through the shingles of wood and bronze which hung about the bay, arousing their soft chimes within the seaside hamlet. And there, amidst the deep crepuscule, sat a single scarlet tent, one which held within a dim, enchanting golden light which beckoned on forth those who might gaze upon it. A single woman lay within the tent, nigh deathly still; a musty haze surrounding her, threatening to engulf her very form akin to some foggy beast. After a brief moment, she looked up from her ruminations, ascending gradually from her bed of dirt and tattered cloth to move towards a flickering candle within the center of the room. She was an aged woman of obscure lineage, her garbs torn and caked in mud, the woman adorned in sundry beads and baubles which left one beguiled, not by charm or resplendency -- but confusion and bewilderment. 

 

The woman brought herself to the dying ember which flickered desperately upon the fading wax, cupping her sinewy hand around it as she extinguished it with a soft exhale; plunging the hut into darkness. 

 

All around was now silent, not even the whispered utterings of the wind made to penetrate the tent as the woman sat herself within its center, donning a veil which was black as the night itself; eyes concealed behind its impregnable shroud. Now the witch was ready, her breath made trembling as she sat within the darkness and stillness of her tent. Shadows danced around her, forming a tenebrious screen which so engulfed her mind. And with a final gasp, the woman was made null to that which lingered around her, now plunged into what some might believe a dream -- but rather a nightmare.

 

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A great marsh lie below, veiled by a thick, impermeable mist from which cryptic whispers echoed. Her mind whirled, the witch sent plummeting into the mist beneath -- the cloud swirling about to reveal a gaping aperture within the abyss which consumed her, casting her down amidst a dark and deep tunnel which awaited the woman hungrily. Twists and curves of tenebrosity writhed within, tearing at both mind and soul as the fated woman mourned and pleaded her clemency; yet they did not spare her, for they too wailed and screeched in cries of wicked cachinnation, unseen. It seemed as ages where her mind was tormented by these wretched things, never again to witness the dawn of day nor perceive the embrace of warm flame.

 

Yet amidst her anguish, fate didst smile upon her, bearing the woman reprieve after many long nights where she was tormented by the beasts of ebonflame and darkness. The sky swirled overhead, pulled like a curtain over the blackened abyss -- a space made with naught but the dusk and lingering twilight. Stars glistened like diamonds within the veil, the woman astonished as light whirled by her as some fleeting dislmn. And now, what may have seemed a perpetual unsight, true clarity were granted to the woman, for within the dotted horizon rose a looming figure of inexplicable being, bearing numerous eyes which within lie destinies incomprehensible to even the witch herself.

 

It gazed upon her, the woman undone as she looked upon the great, ever-present being which seemed to encompass all within its diming reach. The entity brought forth one of many arms, procuring from the abyss that which seemed as a tenebrous water, congealed within a spherule globe, hence offering it to the woman as if some delicate babe -- and so she received. All were then made to dwindle, the stars waning as the woman was cast back into the gaping abyss  from whence she came, ascending once again over the thick smog and quag which had first met her vision.

 

With a start she brought herself to awaken, surrounded by the perpetual shade. Peculiarity came about as the woman felt within her hands the bleary orb which had been gifted by the profane darkness which she had communed with in the fleeting instance prior. She dared not press its power, but it had not deemed so, for in an alien motion it pulled itself forth like some crooked metal, its sheen visible faintly despite the lack of light. The object warped, seeping great waves of misgiving and restlessness within the woman, its gloaming surface nigh impenetrable by her veiled sight as it came to rest within the charm set about her neck; imbedding within it engravings which bore enigma and falsity.

 

And deep within the woman, seeded fallacy came to fruition; and she knew that this gift was one to be used well, for now she belonged to that greater than any she may have dreamed -- yet she knew not what horrid thing now withheld her spirit.

 

 

 

((Credit to @Covey for the awesome RP that led up to this.))