Luneshale Pass Desolation. [mp]

She saw. She saw-
Behind those fallen lids, her pupils were alive. They saw firelight.

The gnashing of a thousand teeth, bloodied red, with words in a terrible blur.

She could not comprehend. She did not like- when she could not comprehend.

When she could not understand.

She did not understand.

In a mighty empire, 

rich in the sound of molten gold.

Trumpets, bellowing.

The Queen. Voices.

Her voice. The depths of her mind roared again, and this time to a ring that ran orange. There was no distinguish between the coax of reality, and the coax of nightterror.

She heard. She tried.

Her mind cracked with disorientation. If you can hear me, open your eyes. and in dream, she ran from a terrible projection,

 berating mix of bleeding imprisonment and red,

and joy of a holy nation.

See me.

But the Queen should know,

that in Legend's third eye, 

opened by a force beyond desire,

she could see all of her.

She did not wake. Now her mind clawed for surface.

Her lungs filled in full, stiffly, chest at a rapid rise and fall.