8th Ash, 4622
The gong crashes.
Two men in masks, once again in a perpetual state of fight, there the Remnomancer watched from the glimpse of the engram. It appeared to be a like a phonograph on repeat as it would rewind itself again and again, repeating every ounce of defeat that he could have. A deep reflection of what Salen had been through once again. Yet, it appeared that Salen was going around in circles constantly, trying to find answers. His lover's death appeared to have left a disfiguring scar upon his emotions as he observed a mirror in his mindscape, seemingly cracking.
An ominous sign.
He would choose to journey further into the Reverie, using Mnemonic Impression to clear away the cloudy and crystalline residue of the dream world and guide himself towards the door to another mindscape. This was familiar to him, perhaps the one that he had collided his mind to in the previous season as he opened the double doors and stepped in. The doors would disappear behind him as he would find himself in the theatre he had been in a few seasons ago. The faceless figures that were in the audience gave an impression on Salen's body, as if he was in a state of perpetual loneliness.
He looked around curiously as he was cautious, knowing many dreamscapes had entities of nightmare that would appear real to a Remnomancer, but not to a dreamer. Remnomancy at this level was dangerous and Salen needed to heed caution for nightmares are a reality in this realm.
"Hello?" He spoke out, wondering if there was anyone dreaming in this place.
The gong crashes.
Two men in masks, once again in a perpetual state of fight, there the Remnomancer watched from the glimpse of the engram. It appeared to be a like a phonograph on repeat as it would rewind itself again and again, repeating every ounce of defeat that he could have. A deep reflection of what Salen had been through once again. Yet, it appeared that Salen was going around in circles constantly, trying to find answers. His lover's death appeared to have left a disfiguring scar upon his emotions as he observed a mirror in his mindscape, seemingly cracking.
An ominous sign.
He would choose to journey further into the Reverie, using Mnemonic Impression to clear away the cloudy and crystalline residue of the dream world and guide himself towards the door to another mindscape. This was familiar to him, perhaps the one that he had collided his mind to in the previous season as he opened the double doors and stepped in. The doors would disappear behind him as he would find himself in the theatre he had been in a few seasons ago. The faceless figures that were in the audience gave an impression on Salen's body, as if he was in a state of perpetual loneliness.
He looked around curiously as he was cautious, knowing many dreamscapes had entities of nightmare that would appear real to a Remnomancer, but not to a dreamer. Remnomancy at this level was dangerous and Salen needed to heed caution for nightmares are a reality in this realm.
"Hello?" He spoke out, wondering if there was anyone dreaming in this place.
