Blackbeak Bluff I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need.

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@The Listener, maybe?

It was like a dream - life had become. Or maybe a nightmare. Orvax wasn't quite certain. An endless cycle; one in which he wasn't sure if any of it was real. He had lost his place, and in turn, his fate was forever concealed. 

Perhaps death would come soon. Maybe he even willed it to. It called for him in the place of what had been lost. Another reaper would come to take his role and be his end. 

Longingly, Orvax looked to the water. Would the reaper come from this place - to take him under, and never let him find his way to the surface? Or would the sand beneath his feet swallow him whole, encasing him beneath the warm grains. 

How would it end, he wonders to himself. And better yet - when?