Altar of Twilight got a hardwired metal soul

for my reference, mostly, this thread takes place before this by a couple of days.

within the writhing canopy of nightshade, sugarspun moonbeams splicing the darkest of the creeping, encroaching night; duskrunner follows his own path; mapping the stars and the landscape alike —

cataloging; drawing up the imagery in his mind for safekeeping.

no doubt this ability of star and terrainmapping would come to be useful to someone besides himself at some coming point at the crossroads. whenever he came to them.

breath pushes betwixt his lips in writhing plumes of steam. would the slavicshadow have been one to notice the beauty of terrain beyond being able to remember notable and distinct landmarks, he would’ve commented upon the breathtaking view the altar offers; the ethereal glow of the moon upon the reflective rockface and the elegant projection of it upon the vale he moves thru like the spotlights of a worlds’ stage. he isn’t and thus the true beauty goes without note beyond it’s usefulness as a distinct landmark for his mental mapping.