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caughtinanetwork2012-04-25 01:21 pm
withoutasign) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-25 01:21 pm
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the dreams of the prophet
[So everyone has noticed how the SFC have changed, right? But no one has played with the "Dream" feature yet... at least not until now.]
[The dream starts off hazy and indistinct, like mist skating across the surface of a lake, slowly breaking apart in the morning dawn. The light is different here, purple and golden, moving slowly and dancing, and the first thing to take shape is the sky, speckled with a wild kaleidoscope of stars, constellations never seen on Earth, thrown wild and haphazard across the sky. In the distant, two bright moons rise, and their light slowly brightens the land beneath them.]
[The countryside sprawls out before you, rich and beautiful, fertile and giving, with enough for all to share. You are not there yourself, and yet you are, a nameless, formless presence, observing and seeing this place not for what it is, but for what it could be. And what it could be is magical.]
[Figures walk across the planet's surface, figures with gray skin and orange-shaded horns, figures of all shapes and sizes, moving and working together. As you move, sweeping across the surface of the planet like a breeze, you see wonders: a teal-blooded troll and a cerulean blood, running side by side in a forest, laughing and playing; a tall, muscular blueblood working slowly and patiently with a younger blueblood and a young indigo, going over and over the mechanics of archery with them; in the oceans, a purple seadweller and a yellowblood working together, in peace and unity, to harvest the treasures there. Everywhere you go, trolls work together, in unison, and blood is only a color, and every troll is judged based on their skills and abilities.]
[In the skies above you, a troll with wide, sweeping horns soars on the wind, a younger troll with similiar horns flying beside him, and in the forests, two greenblooded trolls hunt side by side. In the waters, you can see the seadwellers swimming side by side, no longer lonely in the vast, vast oceans, and on the plains you see a tall rustblooded troll with flashing eyes, alone, but at peace.]
[And you are not alone, either; although you can't see them, you feel them all around you, their energy crackling and flowing beside your own. The mage, the scribe, the protector, and the one who will come after you... they're all there, together and unharmed, and for a moment, it feels like your heart will break with all the love you have for them, and you throw your head back to the stars and feel their light rain down on your upturned face.]
[With a soft sigh, Signless rolls over in his bed, curling closer around the warm body beside him, and the converted SFC/Dreamberry records his sleeping form for another moment or two before shutting off.]
[The dream starts off hazy and indistinct, like mist skating across the surface of a lake, slowly breaking apart in the morning dawn. The light is different here, purple and golden, moving slowly and dancing, and the first thing to take shape is the sky, speckled with a wild kaleidoscope of stars, constellations never seen on Earth, thrown wild and haphazard across the sky. In the distant, two bright moons rise, and their light slowly brightens the land beneath them.]
[The countryside sprawls out before you, rich and beautiful, fertile and giving, with enough for all to share. You are not there yourself, and yet you are, a nameless, formless presence, observing and seeing this place not for what it is, but for what it could be. And what it could be is magical.]
[Figures walk across the planet's surface, figures with gray skin and orange-shaded horns, figures of all shapes and sizes, moving and working together. As you move, sweeping across the surface of the planet like a breeze, you see wonders: a teal-blooded troll and a cerulean blood, running side by side in a forest, laughing and playing; a tall, muscular blueblood working slowly and patiently with a younger blueblood and a young indigo, going over and over the mechanics of archery with them; in the oceans, a purple seadweller and a yellowblood working together, in peace and unity, to harvest the treasures there. Everywhere you go, trolls work together, in unison, and blood is only a color, and every troll is judged based on their skills and abilities.]
[In the skies above you, a troll with wide, sweeping horns soars on the wind, a younger troll with similiar horns flying beside him, and in the forests, two greenblooded trolls hunt side by side. In the waters, you can see the seadwellers swimming side by side, no longer lonely in the vast, vast oceans, and on the plains you see a tall rustblooded troll with flashing eyes, alone, but at peace.]
[And you are not alone, either; although you can't see them, you feel them all around you, their energy crackling and flowing beside your own. The mage, the scribe, the protector, and the one who will come after you... they're all there, together and unharmed, and for a moment, it feels like your heart will break with all the love you have for them, and you throw your head back to the stars and feel their light rain down on your upturned face.]
[With a soft sigh, Signless rolls over in his bed, curling closer around the warm body beside him, and the converted SFC/Dreamberry records his sleeping form for another moment or two before shutting off.]