5/9/2025, 11:11 PM
Skill:
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The silence continued to absorb him.
Even as he walked.
His pawsteps met hollowness.
Panic began to rise, burning in the pit of his chest and searing his throat as he walked aimlessly through the forgotten field. His pawsteps were heavy, and on purpose. He wanted to scour this landscape and forget it ever existed, daring to pop the ruse. Yes, he wanted to make his presence known — and on purpose.
Maybe it would wake him up.
But instead of being awoken, all he heard was a voice. "Who's there?" It called to him with ethereal softness, luring him closer to an eternal end. An end. Oh gods, was this it? Was this the end? Oh, but that voice was so sweet. So sickly, sickly sweet. And somehow, with that sweet voice came the scent of lavender and honey. And he nearly choked on the air.
For a dream, this sure smelt real.
Sage?He called her name, softly questioning it into the air.
It's ...he paused a moment, hesitating. It felt like falling into the deep. And yet ...
... it's me. Torben.He would take a few wavering steps forward, pressing into the dreamscape further as if to challenge it. And then he softened, his body hiccuping against the decrescendo. And he faltered. A frown found his lips as his cinnamon gaze turned toward the earth.
You're not Sage ... are you?
The mist would engulf him.