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“Be mindful, your sight will only carry so far…”


 

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… in the cadence of these whispers, echoes of cognition reverberate from two archetypes: those ensnared by the shroud of apprehension toward the enigmatic abyss, and those who, having plumbed the unfathomable depths, now stand illuminated by the arcane truths whispered by the cosmos. Such dichotomous murmurs weave through the tapestry of societal consciousness, embodying the eternal dance between the veil of uncertainty and the unveiling of esoteric enlightenment.

 

“Be advised of the repercussions, do not venture deep.”

 

In the labyrinth of academia, self-proclaimed "scholars" shroud themselves in the comfort of the known, timidly averting their gaze from the vast expanse of the uncharted. They forfeit the noble quest for enlightenment at the altar of self-preservation. Such reluctance to embrace the mysteries of existence is a lamentable spectacle. Cowards.



 

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In the spectral symphony where unseen voices echo, your resolute refusal to lend ear evokes a lamentable portrait. How, amidst the grand tapestry of cosmic inquiry, do you, in your stasis, forsake the dance of enlightenment? The silence you uphold amidst the chorus of beckoning spirits renders a pitiful tableau of missed opportunity.

 

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Amid the shifting sands of the subconscious, where dreams interlace with visions and hallucinations, a disquieting image unfolds—a veiled duet, chanting forth the mysteries of the Void. Their invocation, a discordant melody, whispers of unseen perils to those who dare ignore.

 

Beyond mortal bounds, a sovereign entity stirs, roused from the hibernation of timeless slumber by a name unuttered for epochs untold. In this juncture of cosmic urgency, supplicants beseech her return, unwilling to linger in anticipation.

 

This murky apparition serves as a cryptic harbinger, its shadowy contours urging introspection. The weight of impending catastrophe bears down, demanding recognition beyond the veil of mere happenstance.

 

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“Two hath become blessings from God.”

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Hello!!!

This is a fun vision that happens to Veilwatchers!

This is the first of a group that a few of us have been building upon for quite awhile now and so we figured now would be a better time than ever to start working towards our goal!

 

Feel free to search it out! 

 

This will be the first of many so good luck out there :D 

 

Creds to @Gamma for building!

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"The Void shifts oncemore. . . we'll have to see where this takes us, hm?"

Arthur spoke, after a brief bout of unconsciousness at his tavern.

A tavern patron looked to him.

 

"What the **** are you talking about?"

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In the midst of writing, a quill is suddenly snapped by its bearer's hand.

This vision comes as an intrusive, unwelcome, short-lived, ultimately violent invasion of thought.

 

A searing headache takes hold. The heel of a palm meets her forehead as she seeks to drive out this invader.

Moments drag into seconds, and seconds into minutes.

 

The once forgotten wards of Sarah Artenin's mind are given a surge of power.

Slowly rebuilding. Clicking back into place.

 

Quietly, to no-one in particular, she grits her teeth and speaks in a harsh, seething whisper.

 

"Get out of my head." … And it begins to recede.

With a shaky sigh, her hand slumps to the desk.


It takes her some time, and a cold glass of water, but she does go back to writing.

 

"Problems bloody everywhere, these days."

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Az'rekash sat beneath another great maw, utterly still, with the visage of a frozen corpse. However, for the first time since he had last been visited, his head tilted a fraction, causing ice to crack. He was again still soon afterwards.

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The First Watcher stirs amidst their soul-shackled slumber… Yet she did not rouse. 

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Question: is this exclusive to Veilwatchers, or can the Metis people see it too?

 

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