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[!] This vision is available to Veilwatchers and those with an approved Book of Metis CArt application. [!]

TENET Official Soundtrack | RAINY NIGHT IN TALLINN - Ludwig Göransson | WaterTower

 

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You awaken upon shivering stones- It’s cold, yet the energy keeps your body moving.

 

Slowly, to your feet you bring yourself. You are somewhere not right- somewhere terrible, oh, so terrible. Impossible figures line the edge of your vision, screeching at you yet somehow calling for help.

 

There is no help for them- and there is certainly no help for you.

 

Your eyes peer around the landscape, briefly crossing upon a black sun in the sky. How very radiant.

 

It feels as though you are there for days, never growing hungry, and never growing tired. But all the while, the humming increases, the whispers increase, until they come to a peak and -

 

A Great Tear. The sound of a metaphysical BOOM echoes throughout your head- you turn to the sky. A being descends upon you, and your vision is filled with shadow, and the whispers speak into your ears.

 

“Fourty-Five descendant souls have united to welcome us into the Veil. We’ll be seeing you soon.”



 

And thus, you’d awaken, blood trickling from your nose.

 

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Back in the saddle again!!!

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A Barrowlord who needed no visions to tell them of

what had occurred dwelt then, and it dared to hope 

that this endeavor would bear the fruits it so desired...

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One at the sky shudders and writhes, as its home is torn asunder anew.

 

There is no compassion, however, as it looks away from that great-thing beyond the sky, and down unto the world. Only fury,

 

Hotter then the Hells,

More vast then the cold wastes;

it descends. 

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The pale mali'ker rise from her bed and place a hand on her forehead as she breath calmly before noticing the blood dripping from her nose. "What's up with these visions I've ne asked to get? Now I wonder who is coming.. better ne be what part of me think it might be." She said as she looked around.

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