BLOOD STAINS THE LUPINES

[Cepheid 4304]

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BLOOD STAINS THE LUPINES

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Private Archive Vol. I 

 

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“Oh she was no phoenix, but a creature of the ash”

 

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A lone elfess wandered through the streets of Celia’nor in their usual bustling fashion beneath the sunlight that shimmered above akin to a scattered reflection from the rays filtering through the trees. Her mind racing endlessly over worries that she’d never think she would have to deal with, moral decisions that she had not thought possible to wrestle with. A buzz began to course through her veins, static that turned electrified through her cranium. She could not falter, but she could not break her vows, it was the fear of the unknown that grappled at her heart from the new dreams that plagued her. Her eyes had turned to stars and her mind had become as unstable as the cosmos that were withheld in her irises, endless and without structure. The buzzing grew louder until she felt as though a hand brushed over her shoulder, one that was not there until the buzzing was unbearably ringing in her ears.

 

THUD - and suddenly she collapsed…

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Her eyes reopened into a world of bright colors, saturated as she wore a simple white summer dress. Everything was fractured into a shattered display of intoxicated pigments that varnished the land in front of her as she stepped out from the shadows of the archway, it was unveiled. A field of lupines that towered high within the fields to brush past her knees and music played from an unseen source. In the center of the field there was a pond that held a color of blue unlike any other. Whimsical and airy the precession of violins and flutes were as she began to dance as if she was free from any thoughts that buzzed within her mind before the collapse. Within her weightlessness she danced within the lupines without care, the skirts of her dress flaring outwards with each spin in the surreal delirium. The purple and pink hues of the lupines scattered across the vision of the Wynasul as they refracted and reflected the light that shone upon them from the glistening sun above. 

 

Her starry gaze shifted up finally to soak in the sunlight and as the light filtered into her eyes, the mask of her subconscious faded. The colors and music began to separate and shift away, faded like fractured glass that had sunken into the soil and was now far out of reach. A crow feather had fallen from above as her gaze remained there with the world around her turning to black and white. The gaze of the woman followed the feather until it then landed at her feet. She leaned forwards to pick it up and examined it with the pond in the background. A thick and congealed wetness was felt accumulating in her nostril that caused her to drop the feather and wipe it away only to finally see color again in the substance that stained her fingers, blood. Blood that dripped from her fingers onto the delicate petals of the flowers grew in mass until she turned to her desperate search for a cause to the reflection of the pond. 

 

The crimson ichor dripped, and dripped from her nose until the blood had mixed with the water and she had felt it, a mass of fear that had shifted awake within her chest. Silence was replaced with incomprehensible whispers that started as a gentle caress to the ear only to grow louder and filled with rage. The screeches from the abyss were nothing but despicable as the lupines transformed. Once flowers of beauty, in a quick succession of flashes that blinded her vision the flowers were replaced with writhing tentacles which latched onto her ankles, grasping at her hands next and she flailed around helplessly screaming as she was pulled into the mass of tentacles who’s puckers had been replaced with the equivalent of thousands of eyeballs that peered down upon her. The elfess to no avail, was unable to escape as she sunk into the field of tentacles into the pool of blood. The eldritch tongue did not cease its deafening cry as she began to suffocate under the weight of it all and she drew a final breath as she was pulled beneath the surface of the ichorous well by the horrors that influenced her mind. 

 

She awoke.

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Her eyes then opened as she flailed around aimlessly with her attempt of escape continuing, though it was an unnecessary occurrence. The elfess awoke with a thin sheen of sweat obscuring her visage beneath the bright lights of the clinic. She squinted only to realize she was surrounded by friends. A passing joke was made from her as their words buzzed past her ears, “You collapsed…”, “I need to run a few tests…”, “You gave me such a fright…”. She remained present in her conversations, though her mind could not help but wander to that which she had just experienced. It was at that moment she realized that such dreams were only the beginning, and perhaps they were not even dreams at all. Yet, another dear friend was correct in one thing, she was but a mere child at heart, playing at watching something she did not understand.