[My apologies. it's the only thing that's echoed here, through the ages. a mournful, aching apology, given in a moment of responsibility and desperation. it's the only thing he can still cling to. by now, in the silent solitude of his earthen prison, he's forgotten nearly all else. wrath and rage, relief and pain. from time to time, he wakes to them, to the deep, mournful emptiness in his chest. there wasn't enough of him yet, not nearly enough time to wear at the edges. the body he had once called his own continues to lie dormant and immobile, resistant to the annals of time and yet still unsuitable for habitation.
at first, he thinks it must be the same. empty, sightless mourning, awaiting a face he's forgotten and a soul he never will. there hadn't been time, then. hadn't been the luxury of discovery in order to stop the rampant deterioration. water upon stone, until all he had been was overshadowed by all he should never be. when he calls out, there is no expectation. he's more alive than he has been in unknown eras, and yet... there is fear. if 'he' doesn't return, then what? then what...? will it all start over? he can feel again, just enough. the body-- no. perhaps it is his own soul that is nearly deserving of it again. but without him, what's the point?
inside the barrier is barely warm enough to keep from chilling the man. luminescent vines and the occasional glimmering rock provide a dim light, barely enough to follow the path. they crawl haphazardly over half-destroyed pillars and intricately carved walls alike, twisting upward until they flicker like pyrelight. despite all worries to the contrary, this place - shaped like an open, welcoming palace though it is - is empty. footsteps echo into the dampening embrace of foliage, and the paths are clear, if dim.
Please. it's a hoarse whisper, beckoning him through the halls. Find me. Find me. I'm sorry. --iss you. hope. fear. regret. they're chief among the emotions that hang in the air here, and if he waits too long, perhaps he'll see... something.
a shade of something, someone. pacing halls and pausing, head in hands, disappearing as their shoulders start to shake. again, intermittently, throughout the initial room. clearer near its back, thin and dim closer to Dohalim, never lasting more than a few seconds.]
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at first, he thinks it must be the same. empty, sightless mourning, awaiting a face he's forgotten and a soul he never will. there hadn't been time, then. hadn't been the luxury of discovery in order to stop the rampant deterioration. water upon stone, until all he had been was overshadowed by all he should never be. when he calls out, there is no expectation. he's more alive than he has been in unknown eras, and yet... there is fear. if 'he' doesn't return, then what? then what...? will it all start over? he can feel again, just enough. the body-- no. perhaps it is his own soul that is nearly deserving of it again. but without him, what's the point?
inside the barrier is barely warm enough to keep from chilling the man. luminescent vines and the occasional glimmering rock provide a dim light, barely enough to follow the path. they crawl haphazardly over half-destroyed pillars and intricately carved walls alike, twisting upward until they flicker like pyrelight. despite all worries to the contrary, this place - shaped like an open, welcoming palace though it is - is empty. footsteps echo into the dampening embrace of foliage, and the paths are clear, if dim.
Please. it's a hoarse whisper, beckoning him through the halls. Find me. Find me. I'm sorry. --iss you. hope. fear. regret. they're chief among the emotions that hang in the air here, and if he waits too long, perhaps he'll see... something.
a shade of something, someone. pacing halls and pausing, head in hands, disappearing as their shoulders start to shake. again, intermittently, throughout the initial room. clearer near its back, thin and dim closer to Dohalim, never lasting more than a few seconds.]