Post by Syrus on Dec 30, 2007 23:14:27 GMT -5
He came to the tunnel, eyes empty, elsewhere. He did not quite know what he had come for, only that the shadows flickered before him, calling, begging. Something in the depths of the tunnel beckoned him. He was not one to ignore such a call. He could feel the strands of fate pressing against him, the elegant soft glow of flowing magic enveloping his sight.
A moment of blindness followed, as if the simple taste of future, the crackling fire of destiny, had overwhelmed him.
But truly, he saw. With every step he saw with greater clarity and depth, farther into the rippling motions of the universe. There was something in it.
The shoppers parted, their motions shifted by an unconscious force pressing at their minds. He was a diversion in their midst, a tall and powerful figure that carried himself with the flair of an aristocrat. It had been a long time since he had been in their lives. He was a specter. To many, he was dead.
They were all so busy, moving to and fro, thoughts occupied by memories, desires, plans, even the occasional wistful dream. He was not here for them. Not now. In time his wisdom would spread to them. He would teach them the meaning of silence, the passion hiding within the night. He would teach them to grasp the fire around them, to understand that the power of infinity was in their hands. It had always been in their hands.
Up ahead, something. A flash of light, blue familiarity amongst the gray mundane, he felt the signature of an old friend.
“Yes, fate brings us together,” he whispered, face brightened by a smile like the rising sun, “my student.”
The Violet King approached, the air around him choked with the tinge of his madness.
((For Muryllis and I, but feel free to join in if you want to be privy to this spectacle))
A moment of blindness followed, as if the simple taste of future, the crackling fire of destiny, had overwhelmed him.
But truly, he saw. With every step he saw with greater clarity and depth, farther into the rippling motions of the universe. There was something in it.
The shoppers parted, their motions shifted by an unconscious force pressing at their minds. He was a diversion in their midst, a tall and powerful figure that carried himself with the flair of an aristocrat. It had been a long time since he had been in their lives. He was a specter. To many, he was dead.
They were all so busy, moving to and fro, thoughts occupied by memories, desires, plans, even the occasional wistful dream. He was not here for them. Not now. In time his wisdom would spread to them. He would teach them the meaning of silence, the passion hiding within the night. He would teach them to grasp the fire around them, to understand that the power of infinity was in their hands. It had always been in their hands.
Up ahead, something. A flash of light, blue familiarity amongst the gray mundane, he felt the signature of an old friend.
“Yes, fate brings us together,” he whispered, face brightened by a smile like the rising sun, “my student.”
The Violet King approached, the air around him choked with the tinge of his madness.
((For Muryllis and I, but feel free to join in if you want to be privy to this spectacle))