Supplemental Report: The Crafting of the Unblinking Eyes

[Black-Lotus]

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The following has been documented by my own hand; although it can, and should be said, that all here has been dictated to me by Sleep. Three dreamers were ushered into the DreamForge by their manifestations to craft four Unblinking Eyes; mirrors and gateways into pocket dimensions of the dream, more commonly known as "Her memory":

Black-Lotus steeples her hands together and bows her head, "Sleep, hear my prayer. Stand with me now and see this through." Spreading her arms wide, she claps her hands together once, "Apnea, read my soul. Stand with me now and bring to our dream what must be." Black-Lotus' form begins to shift between that of Apnea and Sleep. Occasionally one of them vanishes only to be replaced by the other. At times all three are standing on their own.

Magnilia having made the state slips her himation free and sets it to the side, where her avatar is exposed one might notice lines of ritual scarification and rune sign have been enhanced with a milky, moonstone highlight, against her ebon skin

Black-Lotus evokes the hammer of Apnea. A cascade of void cubes appear, turning over in place and transform into a hammer of abyss-colored metal. Looking to Kayasisis and Magnilia with three sets of eyes, speaking in the voice of three, "Let us begin."

Black-Lotus speaks in the soothing but chilling voice of Sleep, "Fire—unpredictable, consuming, illuminating the unseen."

Kayasisis murmurs a barely audible supplication, "Kisemanito itocikatew namoya itocikatew asonamawanan." Then he turns to engage the other two.

Black-Lotus nods her head in unison with the hammer as it strikes the raw form of the mirror; the impact sending embers spiraling into the air. She closes her eyes as the elemental ingredients slowly form before her and between those gathered.

Kayasisis confirms, "Iskotew. Fire."

Black-Lotus' voice deepens, taking on an eerie, guttural edge as Apnea intones, "Geh’thoshta uun drazh. Khor’saal vohl’rath." Her brow begins to perspire. The metal warps and twists, flames licking along the edges, searing away imperfections.

Magnilia brings her hands together in a series of seals, drawing from the first strands of a intricate web of energy joined between the three, opalescent shifts dance along the web as it takes form

Black-Lotus’ breath hitches, her tone carrying the weight of something ancient as Apnea speaks, "Sharruk ith’aum. Ri’tav shakar." Black-Lotus extends her arms wide. Apnea’s form flickers, his shadow elongating, heat distorting the air as the mirror takes shape.

Kayasisis crouches now, one palm flattened on the stone below the construct being formed, seemingly sensing the nature of the the components.

Black-Lotus’ lips curl slightly, her voice ringing with raw intensity as Apnea commands, "Vek’shaar og’vosh." Black-Lotus clenches her fists. Molten rivulets of dream essence thread through the mirror’s form, igniting sigils unseen.

Kayasisis climbs to his feet again, watching in silence.

Black-Lotus’ tone sharpens into a harsh whisper, laced with an undertone of fire and steel as Apnea speaks, "Ith’mos, ith’zaar." Black-Lotus extends her fingertips and thrusts her palms towards the talisman. A final strike of the hammer sends a burst of flame spiraling outward, fizzling into the air. Black-Lotus’ voice drops into a guttural finality, carrying Apnea’s decree, "Tros vahl."

Magnilia's lips part and give over an invocation of song, a rich contralto tone of mixed tongues, while kept at an unassuming tone - pays respect to the elements and guardian spirits of the ancient ways

Black-Lotus covers her face with both her palms, slowly dragging them down the length her face, lips parting and giving praise to the Living Dream.

Kayasisis confirms three more: "Nipiy. Water. Nayewac. Air. Asiskiy. Earth."

Black-Lotus gives the Unblinking Eye to Magnilia, "The first of four has been forged."

Magnilia floats the eye above her upturned palms and continues her song, as she does the Eye is surrounded a tempering fire of green soulfire, growing more intense as it might seem to pull from the scintilating web of energies and song itself

Kayasisis crouches again, sensing the construct through the flat of his palm. "Nikiskeyiman. I know this one now. Isokotew is made."

[Black-Lotus]

Black-Lotus turns back towards the forging table, murmuring with the distant, dreamlike cadence of Sleep, "Water-unyielding, shaping, flowing between states." Separating her hands, she makes fluid motions, having the left chase the right in small arcs. The hammer crashes down, the mirrored surface rippling as if struck upon the surface of a vast ocean. Black-Lotus’ voice darkens, layered with an echoing resonance as Apnea commands, "Karesh uun vel. Ith’raan vosh."

Kayasisis remains crouched, his chin bent in his sensing, "Iskotew itocikatew. Oma Nipiy. Fire is done. Now comes Water."

Black-Lotus pulls her hands downward, trickling her fingers slowly behind. Droplets of dream energy rise from the air, swirling and converging, flowing into the growing form.

Magnilia removes her hands from under the first Eye and allows it to remain a short distance off, floating in a cocoon of soulfire and primordial energies - her song continues

Black-Lotus exhales sharply, her voice carrying the weight of something ancient as Apnea speaks, "Yazthos maar. Ithur shaak."

Kayasisis climbs to his feet again, inhales deeply once, concentrates, and drops to his crouch again, palm on stone.

Black-Lotus inhales deeply and shakes her head a single time, snapping back to an anatomic position. Apnea’s presence thickens, mist curling around the chamber, whispering of the abyss. Her lips barely move, yet her voice reverberates with unearthly clarity as Apnea commands, "Taresh vahn. Ith’vok tra." Closing her eyes, she begins to nod in rhythm. Each impact of the hammer sends echoes rippling through unseen waters, forming the Eye’s surface. Her voice rises, edged with raw power as Apnea declares, "Vorrak il’naar!" Inhaling deeply once more. Eyes open, she looks upon the mirror as it solidifies, taking shape as if frozen within the moment before a crashing wave. Black-Lotus’ tone drops into a final, resonant decree as Apnea utters, "Tros vahl."

Magnilia commands, "From the void between the stars, I call, madness weave and shadows crawl, Unravel thought, bind the thrall."

Black-Lotus hands, surrounded by the essence of Sleep, clasps the Unblining Eye and gives the talisman to Magnilia.

Kayasisis announces simply as to a child, "Nama iskotew. Nama nayewac. Nama asiskiy. Kiya nitakinanan nipiy. Fire you are not. Air you are not. Earth you are not. You we identify as water." Kayasisis stands again.

Black-Lotus whispers in the voice of three, "And so now the second of four have been formed. Keep strong, as we have only walked half of our journey."

Magnilia takes up the second talisman and her work continues, once more the talisman is surrounded by tempering Soulfire as her invocation continues

Kayasisis rubs his palms together.

[Black-Lotus]

Black-Lotus’ voice takes on a deep, resonant stillness, as Sleep intones, "Earth—unyielding, unwavering, a foundation against the tides of time."

Magnilia speaks with an authority reserved for those who have mastered the crossing of the veil, "Circle drawn and sigil set—past, no path, no chance to forget. You stay; your will is forfeit."

Black-Lotus motions downward with her left hand, the hammer swiftly strikes, reverberating through the air like distant thunder.

Kayasisis drops into his crouch again, palm flattened upon the stone below.

Black-Lotus' voice takes on a low, resonant timbre, vibrating with Apnea’s presence as he snarls, "Dovek orvash. Thal’nath uun kheth." Black-Lotus adjusts her stance. Apnea’s shadow coils, the chamber trembling as the raw material resists being shaped.

Magnilia sets the second talisman to hover above the web of energies woven as if by a great spider, they move in a small orbit together, the talisman bound to each other in their way

Black-Lotus’ tone sharpens, layered with the distant hum of something unseen as Apnea speaks, "Karesh dor’tul. Zavon shaak."

Magnilia: Xunus nindel, xunus oloth

Black-Lotus extends her hands outward, drawing in strength. Fragments of the dreamscape fuse into the mirror’s form, anchoring it within the realm.

Magnilia: Dossta kyorl lu'fridj wun roth, dosst vel'klar zhaun nindol luth.

Black-Lotus’ voice carries a measured cadence, each syllable aligning with an unrelenting rhythm as Apnea commands, "Dren’oth vek shaath."

Magnilia: See this, see the dark, your watch and chains remain.

Black-Lotus claps her hands together in a steady beat. The hammer’s strikes match the rhythm—Clap. Clap. Clap.—each impact solidifying the structure. As she inhales sharply, her voice becomes rich with finality; Apnea declares, "Vor’ak il’raan." She stops her hands just as they are about to touch. A final impact seals the form, the mirror now an immutable force within the dream. Black-Lotus’ voice falls into a deep, absolute stillness as Apnea murmurs, "Tros vahl."

Magnilia's song continues to curl around the talisman, infusing them with macabre eldritch potential, "Tick, turn, the cycle grinds, No door, no key, no loosened binds, Again, again, the clock reminds..."

Black-Lotus lifts the Unblinking Eye with the utmost care, extending 6 hands towards Magnilia.

Magnilia: Round and round the pathway winds, Doors once opened, lost to time, No end ahead, no past behind.

Black-Lotus opens her mouth, allowing all three voices to speak in separated unison, "The dream has given its blessing; our work is coming to a close. There is but one left to ensure our victory."

[Black-Lotus]

Black-Lotus exhales a breath like a phantom wind, as Sleep whispers, "Air—elusive, whispering, revealing the unseen paths between worlds."

Kayasisis murmurs, "This, the component of the path for our feet. This, the component upon which forest grow, and upon which cities are built. This, which tells us up from down. Kiya nitakinanan asiskiy."

Magnilia takes up the third Talisman, eyes fixed on a point far off in the distance and her tempering fire works its ways, it too, is moved off a small way to orbit with the other talisman

Black-Lotus allows the translucent hammer to fall, the impact sending a tremor through the air, the form of the mirror flickering as if ephemeral.

Kayasisis flexes his fingers, then returns his palm to the stone for the fourth.

Magnilia: Bound in circles, traced in dust, Your breath is old, your bones are rust, Yet still you march, because you must.

Black-Lotus’ voice reverberates with a distant, hollow resonance as Apnea murmurs, "Vekh’uun shaan. Rith’maar khor." Her form morphs subtly as Apnea’s essence disperses in curling tendrils, guiding the hammer’s movements, shaping without touch. Her breath slows; her tone edged with a deep certainty as Apnea speaks, "Tash’ra vek. Saath vosh."

Magnilia: Strike the wall, the stone will mend, Tear the seam, the thread will bend, No path remains, no gate, no end.

Black-Lotus looks down upon the mirror as it begins to reflect more than just the chamber. Visions of forgotten truths ripple upon its surface.

Magnilia posture remains stoic even as her work grows darker and more forboding, though effort shows on her countenance focus never leaves her eyes even through her distant gaze

Black-Lotus’ hand twitches midair as her voice takes on a sharper clarity, delivering Apnea’s declaration, "Karesh il’shor." She makes a downward gesture with her right hand. In response, a gust of wind swirls around the hammer as it lands its final strikes; sealing the mirror’s purpose.

Kayasisis murmurs in confirmation, "That which is all around, and never seen, vital to the living. Kiya nitakinanan nah-ye-watts. You we identify as air."

Magnilia: Speak no plea, no name, no prayer, The gate is shut, the key nowhere, Forever held, forever there.

Black-Lotus exhales, her voice tinged with something unreadable as Apnea laughes and says, "Vel’thos, kheth’shaar." Falling to her knees, she looks upon the mirror as it stands completed. The closed lid reflects back a moment that has yet to come.

Kayasisis removes his hand, and arises to stand. He moves to support Black-Lotus upright.

Black-Lotus’ voice drops into a final, solemn hush as Apnea triumphantly shouts, "Tros vahl!" Accepting the aid of Kayasisis, she stands once more and directs attention to the Eye.

Magnilia hands move in the formation of seals over the talisman, with her motions the energy of the great web she has cast is drawn into them, even as the next Talisman is given its soulfire shell and begins its orbit with the others

Magnilia: No name, no face, no claim, no past, You are the shadow that cannot cast, You were - you were- but never last!

Black-Lotus extends her hands and makes one final clap. The appearance of her avatar blurs for a brief second, returning to a singular being. She thrusts her hands towards Magnilia, palms facing upwards, bowing her head.

Magnilia brings her song together for a final verse, "Memory fades, the chains grow tight, No dreams, no dawn, no gift of sight, You are--were--have lost the fight:

Magnilia might seem to imbue the talisman with the weight of absolute loss, no fire left or power to shatter, something uncanny and out side of time, an inescapable grip - as her song draws to a close and the fires dim

Magnilia dips her chin reverently and with a movement of her palm guides the Talisman towards the inquistor, the web of energies draws the last of itself into them and their soulfire shield thins and then winks out, she nods

Magnilia: Inquistor, Custodian, I have done as best I am able. Let us hope they serve their purpose.

Kayasisis: The constructs have no motion in them yet, no life. We call them Inanimates yet, an important consideration to my people. But they are ready to accommodate the Spirits of the Elements, once set in place. Then their disposition will change.

Kayasisis: Black-Lotus and Magnilia have provided pleasing accommodations for those who look our way.

Kayasisis: I believe in you and your work, Magnilia. All is well after your expertise in this.

Black-Lotus nods a few times, considering his words.

Black-Lotus: Thank you, Kasysisis.

Kayasisis: You are welcome.

Black-Lotus nods and exhales slowly, "Shall we seek the SoulWell for a moment? I am tired and must rest soon."

Kayasisis: Eha. We should. And perhaps determine the time of the operation.

Kayasisis retrieves his satchel from the floor, stuffing the bits back within it.

Black-Lotus: Let us go.

The Unblinking Eye: A mirror shaped like a closed eye, its surface concealed beneath a layer of smooth, unbroken metal. The frame is intricately crafted, its design echoing the flow of unseen forces, though it holds no power—yet. Faint etchings trace along its edges, symbols carved with deliberate intent, waiting for something to awaken them. The air around it is still, heavy with anticipation, as if the eye merely sleeps, waiting for the moment it will open.