Neverwinter Forest conduit

dreamwalker.

tell me what you see.

in the otherworld, the shadow whirled around in a great arc of coiling inkstain tendrils, a writhing blot of midnight among moon-silver wisps of spirits and shimmering fae. peering through the ethereal haze of blue, the shadow recognized only shards of the mortal world in this new reality. the ground dark and warped, the trees twisted and bone-pale like stone spires, the sky haunted by looming silhouettes; this was the realm of the spirits as the prophet had never experienced it before. gone was the dream-like quality, the transparency in dancing flickers like candlelight. they could feel it now, cold against their paws, could taste it stale and bitter on their tongue.

and beyond, seated high above the rest yet cast all in shadow by the mountain between, the shadow felt the whispering breath of divinity.

spirits, the shadow uttered simply, hushed.