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Dream Event?
Dec. 4th, 2008 08:45 am*For those of you sleeping, wandering the dreams of others, with none to call your own, you might stumble across something immensely peculiar.
You seem to be in a domed room, it's very dark, with only a few hanging, overhead lights to light up. Although that seems to be only in the entrance. As you walk into the domed room, you have this eerie feeling. As if you're connected to one place, and yet another at the same time. Compare it to a feeling when you wake up after a long sleep. You wonder the day, the time, unsure of where you are. In a nutshell, it's like that. As you move into the infinitely large dome, you see things flashing by on the walls - or are those giant screens? - bits of colorful imagery, a few stop. Faces you might recognize, locations you might be able to pinpoint, and conversations you might recall having, once upon a time.
One picture flits by. A young boy with silver porcupineish hair in a Ra Yellow outfit, clutching a book as if it's his lifeline. It dissapears if you try and look at it closer.
There's an ooddly illuminated patch of space further up. If you make your way toward it, you'll see more activity here, several pictures zooming in, stopping. To be connected together with arcs of purple electricity, only to zoom off gain, the entire process happens faster than you can tell.
In that illuminated spot of light is a young man, long silver hair flowing over said chaing, his eyes closed, focused. What appears to be a faint purple glow coming from his hands. The feeling of wondering where and when you are, and even if you're in two places at once, grows even stronger.
If you venture this far, do you dare approach Mon Millennia?
You seem to be in a domed room, it's very dark, with only a few hanging, overhead lights to light up. Although that seems to be only in the entrance. As you walk into the domed room, you have this eerie feeling. As if you're connected to one place, and yet another at the same time. Compare it to a feeling when you wake up after a long sleep. You wonder the day, the time, unsure of where you are. In a nutshell, it's like that. As you move into the infinitely large dome, you see things flashing by on the walls - or are those giant screens? - bits of colorful imagery, a few stop. Faces you might recognize, locations you might be able to pinpoint, and conversations you might recall having, once upon a time.
One picture flits by. A young boy with silver porcupineish hair in a Ra Yellow outfit, clutching a book as if it's his lifeline. It dissapears if you try and look at it closer.
There's an ooddly illuminated patch of space further up. If you make your way toward it, you'll see more activity here, several pictures zooming in, stopping. To be connected together with arcs of purple electricity, only to zoom off gain, the entire process happens faster than you can tell.
In that illuminated spot of light is a young man, long silver hair flowing over said chaing, his eyes closed, focused. What appears to be a faint purple glow coming from his hands. The feeling of wondering where and when you are, and even if you're in two places at once, grows even stronger.
If you venture this far, do you dare approach Mon Millennia?
