High Midnight Holy
Jan17

High Midnight Holy

(17 Lormesta 5115: The Landing) Songs spun in her head, none clear. Peace, reflection, and sanctuary had not helped. With a confused sigh, she walked out of the wing of memory and down the stairs; midnight was calling in the echoes of her soul. And while twilight’s first touch of dark was a sacred time for the Lord of Dreams, sometimes a thing required midnight. The shrine was empty except for her and the flame. Here she waited...

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Dreams
Jan02

Dreams

(1 Lormesta 5115: On the Shore of Dreams) I put my weapon and shield away. As I did so, it seemed I put all the cares of the world away with them. Stepping through the waterfall, my breath was stolen. Music surrounded me. No lurid crimson streaked the star-strewn sky in the protection of the Shore of Dreams. Moonlight illuminated a graceful arch. Here, the dark of night was warm and welcome; it was my soulmate. The arch drew me in,...

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