Seaside Moors cause taking you to another landscape is my mandate.

dream sequence! <3

again the dream revisited him; little fireflies coalescing in a glade of black. that glade appeared more darkened pool than substrate -- any time valravn found himself entering the clandestine copse, his body caused small ripples in the fabric of reality around him. ripples which dredged up luminary balls of light no bigger than a speck of dust, which then glittered and danced in silent glee until at last their light faded, and all was still around him.

they were the only source of light in this small cove; no moon overhead to guide his senses, no stars in which to mark his passage. just space - empty of meaning and time, swirling around him in the languid manner of a panther spread across sunlight.

valravn felt tired. he did not know how long he had been walking; things such as hunger and thirst were beyond him in this dreamscape, but he knew his body had passed some unimaginable distance. he plopped down and watched as the blanket of clover underfoot rippled away from him like startled water. each clover was nearblack in color; for the briefest glimpse of time he caught iridescent maroon spreading out like veins on their undersides, before they were righted and another wave passed through.

he understood here was somewhere elsewhere, and that there were many discrepancies between the now and the waking world -- but instead of feeling weary or lost, he felt simply at ease. content to watch the hovering faeries of light as they droned from obsidian patch to patch, valravn drank it all in with the expression of a creature who knew once he woke, it would all be gone forever.