Blackwater Islands magisterial

in the velveteen nightworld of that the elderich berries kept him in, ingram dreamt. there were moments of clarity: startling moments of stark awareness that were nothing more than wisps and vanished like smoke within the void as he faces the burning fires of the inferno: eyes he swears he sees, whispers that are indecipherable.

as the days pass they become clearer. wanlida appears to accept whatever prince has arisen from the mouth of the void to greet the new presence that walks in their realm. there is a violent, chaotic sort of understanding between the void and the bringer of death; the respect of two chaotic creatures who share similiarities.

ingram has accepted his fate; desires it because he loves her. it makes the transition easier ...but still the commanders of the past fight. slowly, one by one, they are snuffed out as wanlida and the prince of the void merge into one. despite the acceptance: it is not easy. his dreams are violent: of pasts that were not his own...at first. gradually, the images become like memories: weaving into ingram's mind until he can no longer discern him and wanlida and the void.

there is no longer a distinct line between them. they are one.

there is a struggle to wake from the fog of the eldritch berries; his eyes open slowly, vision blurry, mouth heavy and sandpaper'd. but he's — they are — awake ...if not all together entirely coherent.