[ The words stir a peculiar feeling in them. They were jolted awake by a nightmare, compelled to rise by someone's voice.
The Hollow Knight. Yes, they remember. The pure vessel, the chosen child.
(taken, imprisoned, lost)
The feeling that stirs in them is one they don't understand. Everything is as it was meant to be. It was a simple thing; one was good, and the others were not. Only one was perfect, the rest cast down. That was just how it was.
(Why do they feel sad, then?)
They approach the monument carefully, the light emanating from it becoming brighter. One step, then another. They just want to see what it says, and then they'll go.
To protect the Vessel, the Dreamers lay sleeping...
They look up immediately as the shields slam into place, keeping them on the pedestal, but it doesn't last very long. Someone is talking to them, and they clutch their head and sink to their knees as the voices tear into them. Demanding answers to questions they don't know what to do with. They scrabble frantically, clearly panicking, attempting to escape back to their only point of safety and finding no reprieve.
For a child like them, this is far too disorienting to deal with, even if they had any power to affect a dream or fight back. For Grimm, though...it would probably be easy to break the barrier keeping them there. The Dreamers have only weakened, in their long slumber. They have very little power left to use. ]
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The Hollow Knight. Yes, they remember. The pure vessel, the chosen child.
(taken, imprisoned, lost)
The feeling that stirs in them is one they don't understand. Everything is as it was meant to be. It was a simple thing; one was good, and the others were not. Only one was perfect, the rest cast down. That was just how it was.
(Why do they feel sad, then?)
They approach the monument carefully, the light emanating from it becoming brighter. One step, then another. They just want to see what it says, and then they'll go.
To protect the Vessel, the Dreamers lay sleeping...
They look up immediately as the shields slam into place, keeping them on the pedestal, but it doesn't last very long. Someone is talking to them, and they clutch their head and sink to their knees as the voices tear into them. Demanding answers to questions they don't know what to do with. They scrabble frantically, clearly panicking, attempting to escape back to their only point of safety and finding no reprieve.
For a child like them, this is far too disorienting to deal with, even if they had any power to affect a dream or fight back. For Grimm, though...it would probably be easy to break the barrier keeping them there. The Dreamers have only weakened, in their long slumber. They have very little power left to use. ]