A Question in the Night

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[!] A room lays silent as the lights brighten it, these lights elevating within the room as the small masses of light float about bobbing and shining. The room is a simple constructed room with a desk on the far wall. A collection of tools and jars with wisps of colours located within is upon this table as a woman can be seen back to which we view, seated down with a hand upon a tool. Slowly turning a trinket within her delegate grasp. This woman holding a rather unusual tone to her skin and an odd natural hue being projected off her skin. The eyes being bright as her hair whiten. A hand sways towards a cup that contains a quill, returning her tinkered mechanism away to the side. Her hand returns to the centre as she jots down upon the paper. Humming as she reads aloud what is being written.

 

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A Writing of the Unknown Night

 

 

Those who dream, dream normally a sweet dream, they dream of life and happiness, they dream a dream which is good, meaningful, of a better time. When others dream their mind gives them less of a good dream, this dream clouded and foggy, unable to really tell what this dream is but they know, deep down it’s a bad dream. A gut feeling, a sense of dread and fear washing over the dreamer. This is a common thing that occurs to everyone once in a while. But how do we know this is just the mind seeping into our thoughts which we do not wish to see? Or someone else forcing our dreams to become something we do not want to know.

 

When we sleep we feel safe, we feel at ease for why would anyone really want to enter our homes within cities large and defended by guards? Why would we care, for when we blow out our bedside candles and shut our eyes, what if this isn’t a time for sleeping but a time to be awake? For us, we sleep but for others who may, or may not hold more sinister plans for our helpless bodies as we slumber away unprotected, unable to defend if we do by any chance become a victim of what may or may not be out there.

 

As the void teaches people, from nothing something can become, but what if with darkness light is to be made? With this idea wouldn’t that mean that creatures linger within the darkness, within corners of our eyes without our notice?  Can be a thing? Creatures, that make us question if they're real or not? Do we really know everything this realm has to offer? To we know each thing, each magic, each person, each city, each race, each creature, each horror? Do we all, know this? Or do we only know what has been given to us our whole lives? I know of the Arcane but not of a simple life. Others know simple lives but not that of a magical one. Each time I wake, each time I open my eyes the possibilities of this being the last is greater than each time as age counts down. Rambles is all which I can do. Until life is shown my eye will always be aware for the next time I sleep or dream. I will second guess if it's my own, or one which was given to me.

 

Chiyo Osser

 

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