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

they had met before, in dreams and lives other than these. valravn remembered nothing coherent. little glimpses came here and there, ramshackle like the tenuousness of smoke on the wind.

the glade stilled, save for the riffling of verdant green fighting back against black miasma beneath the animus' feet.

he looked up bewildered, in time to see the orb-like apparatus flare and glow like sunburst, yelling 'clarify!' into that glade with such gusto he felt time's synchronicity ripple.

in that moment the wisps of silver fell away in ephemeral ribbons, and phaedra was unveiled. he saw her only as an obscure shape, but wolven -- he gasped and tried to speak and yet, no words came.

bit by bit he felt his peripherals darken, a pixelation of red and black patterning coming to life in a roaring finish. he tried once more to speak, before the dream slipped away entirely --

and yet, nothing.