[Both the darkness and light of a dream were nothing more then a blank canvas to paint fantasies and tragedies upon. The skill of the artist varied, those who merely experienced their dreams against those who shaped them as they saw fit. Both options were certainly valid - to create something to lull oneself to sleep or throw caution to the wind and see what their mind creates - but those who could not shape their own dreams certainly will notice when their dreams are being manipulated by another's hands.
It is a smooth transition. Even if it is nothing in particular the tiny Vessel is dreaming of, the scene soon shifts to one of red and blue patchwork from floor to ceiling. A tunnel that appears to lead to nowhere in particular and filled with red smoke and heat. The temperature does not obey the rules of reality - it can be like a warm campfire, a raging inferno or anywhere else in-between - but it appears to be controlled regardless, if controlled by someone who apparently cannot decide what it should be.
Discarded on the floor are the familiar lamps that hung in the Grimm Troupe's tents, although the glass is broken and the light is feeble, barely able to light the way forward.
There is not much choice but to go forward, however. There is a strange pull too this realm and a voice calling the Vessel. A voice that they will know - the voice of the one who changed their fate, the voice of the voiceless...what it is, it is up to them.
But beware. This place does not offer the harsh light of the Radiance, the mysterious blur of dreams nor the soothing darkness of the Void. No. This is the shadows and fire of Nightmares.
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It is a smooth transition. Even if it is nothing in particular the tiny Vessel is dreaming of, the scene soon shifts to one of red and blue patchwork from floor to ceiling. A tunnel that appears to lead to nowhere in particular and filled with red smoke and heat. The temperature does not obey the rules of reality - it can be like a warm campfire, a raging inferno or anywhere else in-between - but it appears to be controlled regardless, if controlled by someone who apparently cannot decide what it should be.
Discarded on the floor are the familiar lamps that hung in the Grimm Troupe's tents, although the glass is broken and the light is feeble, barely able to light the way forward.
There is not much choice but to go forward, however. There is a strange pull too this realm and a voice calling the Vessel. A voice that they will know - the voice of the one who changed their fate, the voice of the voiceless...what it is, it is up to them.
But beware. This place does not offer the harsh light of the Radiance, the mysterious blur of dreams nor the soothing darkness of the Void. No. This is the shadows and fire of Nightmares.
The God is calling.]