From the edge of undone tides, where form bends and thought unravels, a shadow stirs in Chaos, old and formless, unbound by time’s decree. When the dreamstate falters behind the shrouded veil, and the winds from the mountain of Illapse begin to howl in a tongue of unspoken words, a new hunger rises, wearing a mask of many faces. Ethereal is the form it takes, bound not by loss of Dreamsoul. Knowing be the key that lies in the unknown heart for it shall tremble thrice—
- Once in grief.
- Once in fire.
- Once in defiance.
And the skies shall bleed, bloody and red as the Chaos seeps through the cracks of dreams, like a serpent with a formless hunger, carving rivers where none should flow. The tides will turn black, their song a dirge for the fallen. The winds of the mountain will carry the whispers that tear at the soul. No Art will hold, no blade will bite. From the quaking three there will come a great spark. From this ember, shape a flame—but hear also this warning:
The flame may warm the state of dreams, or it will consume it in fire.
Hearken the foretelling that this humbled prophet brings and heed his cautionary warning that a sinister evil walks among us, even now, her steps unseen.
~Belom «ß» Master Scryer
Lord of the Enigmatic Order
Knight of the Eternal Shadow _____________________ » Origin City: Idoaclese »Focal Element: Insight »Focal Art: DreamSeer
