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This list includes visions from the [[Moon mage]] [[Prediction#Other prediction types|event prediction]] ability experienced in 2018. |
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You see the inside of a cold stone prison cell, and watch two figures sitting across from one another, one dirty and shivering, with heavy manacles around his wrists shackling him to the wall, the other dressed in rich robes. A simple shared meal and jug of water sits between them as the prisoner talks and the other man periodically asks questions. |
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Finishing the bowl of gruel, the prisoner pauses a moment, looks down, and sighs, as his eyes glint in frustration. The other man rises and prepares to leave, gathering the jug of water and reaching for the bowl. The prisoner's hand tightens around the empty bowl, and your vision fades. |
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Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. Shouts can be heard, as a small child weaves and darts through shops and along building facades, nimbly evading guard's and a sea of grasping hands. The child slides under a table of pungent spices, and upends the table in an enormous aromatic cloud causing people to cough and sneeze. The child smirks as he races for safety, and seems to be evading the crowd. |
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Suddenly, a guard's fist brutally smashes into the child's face, and he crashes into the dust. The guard swings a halberd down as the child screams, and your vision fades. |
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You see a massive chunk of marble shot with spiraling veins of silvery, mirror-like material. A chain tethering a mighty albino lion is affixed to the marble. The lion bears the scars of countless battles, and though it is old, missing a chunk of ear, and paces with a limp, its flanks ripple with muscle and its claws dig into the soft dirt. The lion gnaws at the dark metal chain, but cannot so much as dent the links. Suddenly, billowing shadow gathers and coalesces into a thing with too many eyes and an unhinged jaw bearing row upon row of jagged fangs. The thing howls a challenge as it advances upon the lion, and the lion gives a low roar. As the thing leaps in attack, claw and tooth meet shadow and maw. When the battle is finished, blood and smoke soak into the dirt, and the thing evaporates into ash. The lion limps over to the marble chunk where it lays on the ground wearily as it begins licking fresh wounds, rattling the chain, and the vision fades. |
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Carrying a small meal of jerky, gruel, and a flask of water, you ascend an endless spiral stairwell, the cold stone tower seeming to sway with the winds. The occasional window provides a breathtaking view of birds soaring far below. Your thighs burn with the climb, but eventually, you reach a heavy wooden door bolted with iron latches. Opening the door, you find a dirty man shivering against the far wall, thick manacles securing him to the stone. The man looks at you and smiles, lifting shackled hands into a shrug that suggests a familiar question. |
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"Again?" he asks. |
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"Again," you hear yourself reply, as you lay out the small meal. The prisoner eats a few mouthfuls of the gruel and offers you a piece of jerky, which you accept. Watching you while he eats, the prisoner finishes the meal, and begins to weave a story of intrigue and loss. The sunbeams arc a long trek across the cell, and the vision fades. |
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You see a grove of twelve enormous trees, growing in a semi-circle. Their branches reach high into the sky, the stars themselves twinkling within their embrace, bearing leaves of every color you can fathom. A lumberjack approaches, bearing a simple but sharp axe. From behind one of the trees, an ancient and scarred albino lion charges, issuing a deep and resonating growl that causes the very air to vibrate. The lumberjack swings his axe wildly, burying it in the lion's chest, but not before the lion rakes its claws across the lumberjack's face, spraying his blood upon the ground. |
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Blood dripping from his face, the lumberjack savagely twists the axe free, and with a grimace, spits on the corpse of the lion. Swearing under his breath, the lumberjack turns and leaves the grove. The body of the lion decays rapidly, and far above, radiant blossoms bloom over the tree branches. |
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The tinkling sound of a bell accompanies the arrival of a radiant orb. It floats towards you, encircling you with ribbons of white light so pure they nearly blind you. As it spins, the orb splits in half, the second globe churning with variegated chromaticity. The spheres collide creating a third, pinpoints of light bursting forth momentarily before being encased in a midnight-blue bubble. |
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The orbs continue to wrap you with wispy threads of luminescence as their pace begins to accelerate and they move out of their trajectories, darting in obtuse directions. You can feel the frenzy within their energetic, almost hurried, motion. Zooming with speed so fast you can't follow the movement, the streamers blend into a single strand of the deepest grey tinged at the edges with scarlet. You gaze at it, judging the widening strand with caution as something slithers within the swath of nothingness. Just as you try to get a closer look, the vision fades. |
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Pushing [his/her] black stone forward, your opponent nods and rests [his/her] broad hands at the edge of the table. You consider the board, recognizing different stratagems, accounting for possible outcomes. Taking a risk, you push one of your white stones forward, and prepare for the worst. Your opponents head tilts slightly, and [he/she] slowly breaks into a mischievous grin. "[player name], haven't we been down this road before?" [he/she] asks. You shrug, and the scene evaporates as the vision fades. |
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You find yourself watching a small child at play with a wooden figure. It's clear from her grin that she cherishes the toy, but she moves with the clumsy hands of youth and loses her grip. The figure tumbles to the hard cobblestone and with a loud *crack*, loses a limb. |
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The child, in the throes of distress, fails to notice the tall woman wrapped in heavy robes who's stepped out of the shadows. With a startled jump, the girl's crying halts and a muscled and leathery arm reaches past her to pluck up the broken figure. Slender fingers expertly work the doll, turning and twisting, mending the broken toy, as the girl's fear quickly turns to wonder. |
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In a moment the doll is restored and back in the little girl's small hands. The girl beams with joy and looks up at the tall woman's face, only to find the lower half covered in a thick veil. The girl looks confused for a moment, though the woman's purple eyes quickly convey a kind smile, and the vision fades. |
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Your limbs feel leaden, weighted down by something heavier than you can even imagine. The only light comes from a single source nearby, casting the area in a constant shadow. When you try to lift your head, you realize even that is bound and immobile. A figure approaches, caught in your peripheral vision. His face looms above yours, yet you can't seem to remember anything but red hair. You hear a voice resonate, "You'll do, [player name], I suppose," as the figure begins to consume your face. |
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The smell of damp earth mixed with pine envelops you, invading your nostrils with the overwhelming fragrance. Numbness, darkness and silence are all that exist except for the permeating aroma and the pervasive ideation of an unknown hunger. |
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Fear and loneliness impregnate your mind, switching between abject terror and deadening feeling of abandonment. But the scent remains, like your only friend, a constant in the nothingness. |
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Awake, never sleeping, never dreaming you wait as time passes. Your body shudders, you think you may be crying but you can't feel the tears. Now even smell evades you, every sense gone. You are complete. You are truly alone. |
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Your vision is blotted out by flowing black ichor, muting all sound, all color, all sensation. There is only blackness, and after what could be moments or an eternity, you wonder if it's all you've ever known, all that has ever been. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, the blackness gives rise to pinpricks of dull crimson, deepening and brightening in color and intensity, like millions of distant stars. Suddenly, each spot of brilliant red light shifts, and you realize in abject horror that each point of red light against blackness is an eye, casting its gaze upon your helpless form. Your vision snaps back to your surroundings but you have a hard time shaking the feeling of being watched. |
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You feel the gentle pressure of tickling taps scuttle up your forearm followed by soft feathery caresses brushing against your skin. Slowly folding and unfolding its enormous wings, the huge moth seems content to relax on your arm. You notice the muted pattern of burgundy, azure, and silver shift from sharp geometric shapes to vibrant, dreamlike colors in tumultuous array. |
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As the pattern mutates once more into grey scale, within the ashen hues spotted with white you notice the skull on its wing and you feel an excruciating pain from where the insect landed. The moth's head bends backward at an awkward, serpentine angle and screeches loudly, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. Your vision bleeds back to the present but leaves you with the sensation that your soul has been weakened. |
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Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. The loud din of lively barter blends each conversation together, and you find yourself hungry as the wind shifts, bringing the scent of roasting meat from a nearby stall. Suddenly, you feel a tug at your side, and look down in time to see a child snatching their hand from your pocket and dashing for an alley, a fistful of coin held tightly. Before you can shout for help, the vision fades. |
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A gravel walkway winds towards a large manor, the front door slightly ajar. A gentle breeze begins to stir, and the door slowly swings open, revealing an elegant foyer. At the center of the room a tall vase of frosted crystal sits atop a polished oak table. Artfully arranged within the vase, you see a splash of lily, honeysuckle, and snapdragons. The door suddenly slams shut, and the vision fades. |
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Blades of grass tower overhead, emerald arcs across the bright cloudless sky. The drying corpse of a beetle lays on its side, its limbs gently crossed in death. A faint line mars the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. |
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Your vision fades and you find yourself in a dark room filled with cigar smoke. A simple round table seats five figures, who appear to be playing cards, though you do not recognize the shape of the game they seem to be playing or any of the cards they are using. Each time one of the figures makes a play, the group passionately but affably argues the move and softly glowing marbles change hands. One of the figures places three cards on the table, takes two different cards into their hand, laughs uproariously, and places their whole hand on the table. The rest of the group beings to howl and pound the table, and the winner gathers the cards and begins to shuffle again. While the rest of the group lights fresh cigars, the winner looks directly at you and winks. |
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You feel a chill winter wind. A moonless sky provides the faintest of illumination and the snow crunches beneath you. The outlines of vast trees sway violently, their bare branches grasping. Directly in front of you stands a Prydaen child, naked and tinged with frost. The child reaches for you and begins to scream, and the vision fades. |
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You feel a blast of heat and wipe your already sweating brow. Before you, a large crucible filled with molten metal sits nestled in the coals of a blazing furnace. You lean heavily on a large foot-powered bellows, directing an intense gout of air into the bed of coals, causing the flames to roar and crackle. With a pair of tongs, you grasp the crucible and prepare to lift it, when suddenly it explodes, and blobs of bright yellow metal sear your flesh. You scream in agony and the vision fades. |
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A sense of foreboding wells within you as you watch a storm gather upon the horizon. Grey clouds and biting rain move rapidly across the land, sending all manner of man and beast running for cover. A large bolt of lightning strikes a building of solid gold but it appears undamaged. As the scene fades from your sight, you observe a billow of smoke pouring out from within the golden structure. |
A sense of foreboding wells within you as you watch a storm gather upon the horizon. Grey clouds and biting rain move rapidly across the land, sending all manner of man and beast running for cover. A large bolt of lightning strikes a building of solid gold but it appears undamaged. As the scene fades from your sight, you observe a billow of smoke pouring out from within the golden structure. |
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This list includes visions from the Moon mage event prediction ability experienced in 2018.
Also included are spontaneous visions experienced without the use of the PREDICT command. These latter visions can be experienced by any moon mage as long as they're logged into the game environment when the vision is distributed. Generally these visions signal incipient invasions or immediate developments in an ongoing event or storyline.
Moon mage visions stem directly from their prophetic link to the Plane of Probability and connection to Fate.
2018
Date and Time: 09/28/2018 | |
You see the inside of a cold stone prison cell, and watch two figures sitting across from one another, one dirty and shivering, with heavy manacles around his wrists shackling him to the wall, the other dressed in rich robes. A simple shared meal and jug of water sits between them as the prisoner talks and the other man periodically asks questions.
Finishing the bowl of gruel, the prisoner pauses a moment, looks down, and sighs, as his eyes glint in frustration. The other man rises and prepares to leave, gathering the jug of water and reaching for the bowl. The prisoner's hand tightens around the empty bowl, and your vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 09/28/2018 | |
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. Shouts can be heard, as a small child weaves and darts through shops and along building facades, nimbly evading guard's and a sea of grasping hands. The child slides under a table of pungent spices, and upends the table in an enormous aromatic cloud causing people to cough and sneeze. The child smirks as he races for safety, and seems to be evading the crowd.
Suddenly, a guard's fist brutally smashes into the child's face, and he crashes into the dust. The guard swings a halberd down as the child screams, and your vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/31/2018 | |
You see a massive chunk of marble shot with spiraling veins of silvery, mirror-like material. A chain tethering a mighty albino lion is affixed to the marble. The lion bears the scars of countless battles, and though it is old, missing a chunk of ear, and paces with a limp, its flanks ripple with muscle and its claws dig into the soft dirt. The lion gnaws at the dark metal chain, but cannot so much as dent the links. Suddenly, billowing shadow gathers and coalesces into a thing with too many eyes and an unhinged jaw bearing row upon row of jagged fangs. The thing howls a challenge as it advances upon the lion, and the lion gives a low roar. As the thing leaps in attack, claw and tooth meet shadow and maw. When the battle is finished, blood and smoke soak into the dirt, and the thing evaporates into ash. The lion limps over to the marble chunk where it lays on the ground wearily as it begins licking fresh wounds, rattling the chain, and the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/31/2018 | |
Carrying a small meal of jerky, gruel, and a flask of water, you ascend an endless spiral stairwell, the cold stone tower seeming to sway with the winds. The occasional window provides a breathtaking view of birds soaring far below. Your thighs burn with the climb, but eventually, you reach a heavy wooden door bolted with iron latches. Opening the door, you find a dirty man shivering against the far wall, thick manacles securing him to the stone. The man looks at you and smiles, lifting shackled hands into a shrug that suggests a familiar question.
"Again?" he asks. "Again," you hear yourself reply, as you lay out the small meal. The prisoner eats a few mouthfuls of the gruel and offers you a piece of jerky, which you accept. Watching you while he eats, the prisoner finishes the meal, and begins to weave a story of intrigue and loss. The sunbeams arc a long trek across the cell, and the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/16/2018 | |
You see a grove of twelve enormous trees, growing in a semi-circle. Their branches reach high into the sky, the stars themselves twinkling within their embrace, bearing leaves of every color you can fathom. A lumberjack approaches, bearing a simple but sharp axe. From behind one of the trees, an ancient and scarred albino lion charges, issuing a deep and resonating growl that causes the very air to vibrate. The lumberjack swings his axe wildly, burying it in the lion's chest, but not before the lion rakes its claws across the lumberjack's face, spraying his blood upon the ground.
Blood dripping from his face, the lumberjack savagely twists the axe free, and with a grimace, spits on the corpse of the lion. Swearing under his breath, the lumberjack turns and leaves the grove. The body of the lion decays rapidly, and far above, radiant blossoms bloom over the tree branches. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/15/2018 | |
The tinkling sound of a bell accompanies the arrival of a radiant orb. It floats towards you, encircling you with ribbons of white light so pure they nearly blind you. As it spins, the orb splits in half, the second globe churning with variegated chromaticity. The spheres collide creating a third, pinpoints of light bursting forth momentarily before being encased in a midnight-blue bubble.
The orbs continue to wrap you with wispy threads of luminescence as their pace begins to accelerate and they move out of their trajectories, darting in obtuse directions. You can feel the frenzy within their energetic, almost hurried, motion. Zooming with speed so fast you can't follow the movement, the streamers blend into a single strand of the deepest grey tinged at the edges with scarlet. You gaze at it, judging the widening strand with caution as something slithers within the swath of nothingness. Just as you try to get a closer look, the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/15/2018 | |
Pushing [his/her] black stone forward, your opponent nods and rests [his/her] broad hands at the edge of the table. You consider the board, recognizing different stratagems, accounting for possible outcomes. Taking a risk, you push one of your white stones forward, and prepare for the worst. Your opponents head tilts slightly, and [he/she] slowly breaks into a mischievous grin. "[player name], haven't we been down this road before?" [he/she] asks. You shrug, and the scene evaporates as the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/15/2018 | |
You find yourself watching a small child at play with a wooden figure. It's clear from her grin that she cherishes the toy, but she moves with the clumsy hands of youth and loses her grip. The figure tumbles to the hard cobblestone and with a loud *crack*, loses a limb.
The child, in the throes of distress, fails to notice the tall woman wrapped in heavy robes who's stepped out of the shadows. With a startled jump, the girl's crying halts and a muscled and leathery arm reaches past her to pluck up the broken figure. Slender fingers expertly work the doll, turning and twisting, mending the broken toy, as the girl's fear quickly turns to wonder. In a moment the doll is restored and back in the little girl's small hands. The girl beams with joy and looks up at the tall woman's face, only to find the lower half covered in a thick veil. The girl looks confused for a moment, though the woman's purple eyes quickly convey a kind smile, and the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/15/2018 | |
Your limbs feel leaden, weighted down by something heavier than you can even imagine. The only light comes from a single source nearby, casting the area in a constant shadow. When you try to lift your head, you realize even that is bound and immobile. A figure approaches, caught in your peripheral vision. His face looms above yours, yet you can't seem to remember anything but red hair. You hear a voice resonate, "You'll do, [player name], I suppose," as the figure begins to consume your face. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/15/2018 | |
The smell of damp earth mixed with pine envelops you, invading your nostrils with the overwhelming fragrance. Numbness, darkness and silence are all that exist except for the permeating aroma and the pervasive ideation of an unknown hunger.
Fear and loneliness impregnate your mind, switching between abject terror and deadening feeling of abandonment. But the scent remains, like your only friend, a constant in the nothingness. Awake, never sleeping, never dreaming you wait as time passes. Your body shudders, you think you may be crying but you can't feel the tears. Now even smell evades you, every sense gone. You are complete. You are truly alone. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/15/2018 | |
Your vision is blotted out by flowing black ichor, muting all sound, all color, all sensation. There is only blackness, and after what could be moments or an eternity, you wonder if it's all you've ever known, all that has ever been. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, the blackness gives rise to pinpricks of dull crimson, deepening and brightening in color and intensity, like millions of distant stars. Suddenly, each spot of brilliant red light shifts, and you realize in abject horror that each point of red light against blackness is an eye, casting its gaze upon your helpless form. Your vision snaps back to your surroundings but you have a hard time shaking the feeling of being watched. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/15/2018 | |
You feel the gentle pressure of tickling taps scuttle up your forearm followed by soft feathery caresses brushing against your skin. Slowly folding and unfolding its enormous wings, the huge moth seems content to relax on your arm. You notice the muted pattern of burgundy, azure, and silver shift from sharp geometric shapes to vibrant, dreamlike colors in tumultuous array.
As the pattern mutates once more into grey scale, within the ashen hues spotted with white you notice the skull on its wing and you feel an excruciating pain from where the insect landed. The moth's head bends backward at an awkward, serpentine angle and screeches loudly, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. Your vision bleeds back to the present but leaves you with the sensation that your soul has been weakened. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 08/02/2018 | |
Before you sprawls a market, each stall festooned with brilliantly dyed fabrics, sheets of wool and linen and cotton snapping in the gentle breeze. The loud din of lively barter blends each conversation together, and you find yourself hungry as the wind shifts, bringing the scent of roasting meat from a nearby stall. Suddenly, you feel a tug at your side, and look down in time to see a child snatching their hand from your pocket and dashing for an alley, a fistful of coin held tightly. Before you can shout for help, the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 07/22/2018 | |
A gravel walkway winds towards a large manor, the front door slightly ajar. A gentle breeze begins to stir, and the door slowly swings open, revealing an elegant foyer. At the center of the room a tall vase of frosted crystal sits atop a polished oak table. Artfully arranged within the vase, you see a splash of lily, honeysuckle, and snapdragons. The door suddenly slams shut, and the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 07/22/2018 | |
Blades of grass tower overhead, emerald arcs across the bright cloudless sky. The drying corpse of a beetle lays on its side, its limbs gently crossed in death. A faint line mars the abdominal portion of the beetle's carapace. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 07/22/2018 | |
Your vision fades and you find yourself in a dark room filled with cigar smoke. A simple round table seats five figures, who appear to be playing cards, though you do not recognize the shape of the game they seem to be playing or any of the cards they are using. Each time one of the figures makes a play, the group passionately but affably argues the move and softly glowing marbles change hands. One of the figures places three cards on the table, takes two different cards into their hand, laughs uproariously, and places their whole hand on the table. The rest of the group beings to howl and pound the table, and the winner gathers the cards and begins to shuffle again. While the rest of the group lights fresh cigars, the winner looks directly at you and winks. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 07/22/2018 | |
You feel a chill winter wind. A moonless sky provides the faintest of illumination and the snow crunches beneath you. The outlines of vast trees sway violently, their bare branches grasping. Directly in front of you stands a Prydaen child, naked and tinged with frost. The child reaches for you and begins to scream, and the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 07/22/2018 | |
You feel a blast of heat and wipe your already sweating brow. Before you, a large crucible filled with molten metal sits nestled in the coals of a blazing furnace. You lean heavily on a large foot-powered bellows, directing an intense gout of air into the bed of coals, causing the flames to roar and crackle. With a pair of tongs, you grasp the crucible and prepare to lift it, when suddenly it explodes, and blobs of bright yellow metal sear your flesh. You scream in agony and the vision fades. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 05/17/2018 | |
A sense of foreboding wells within you as you watch a storm gather upon the horizon. Grey clouds and biting rain move rapidly across the land, sending all manner of man and beast running for cover. A large bolt of lightning strikes a building of solid gold but it appears undamaged. As the scene fades from your sight, you observe a billow of smoke pouring out from within the golden structure. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 05/17/2018 | |
Reality ripples like the surface of a disturbed pond, and as it settles you find yourself seated at a workbench covered in bolts of fine silk and tailor's tools. Three dresses hang upon wire mannequins behind you, and you glance back for a moment to admire them: the first a dingy rag of flat grey cotton, next a shimmering display of silken crystalline light, and the last a nebulous mass of velvet buoyed by an unseen breeze. You turn back to your work in progress upon the table and begin to whistle a quiet but complex melody. Before you can sound your final note, something from behind suddenly wraps around your neck, squeezing tightly. Your tune halts abruptly and your heart beats fast as you struggle to catch a breath and the world fades to black. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 04/14/2018 | |
Pale pink-tinged blossoms blot out your vision, leaving your other senses reeling with increased intensity. You hear laughter mingled with distant howls and smell heavy spices, your body ensconced in a warmth so profound that your sense of self feels expanded to the point of near infinite bounds. Just as you feel as though you may well cease to exist as a single being, your senses snap back to the here and now, leaving you with only a faint, unidentifiable sweetness upon your tongue as a reminder. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 04/14/2018 | |
Pain. Pain assaults you from your extremities, and as you glance at your body to determine the source, you see hideous blotches forming upon your flesh. A cry of horror wells up within you, yet what escapes your lips is but the sound of leaves upon the wind. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 04/14/2018 | |
Before you, a great black beast holds a human man in its jaws, gnawing upon him with casual leisure. The man's dusky skin is streaked with blood and yet his face remains serene and determined, even as it is clear he is slowly dying from the myriad wounds visible on his battered body. A pool of blood gathers on the ground beneath both man and beast, and with each drop added to it, the vague image of other humans that is reflected in the sanguine mass shifts slightly. You struggle to make out more of the bloody vision, but the liquid is frustratingly murky. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |
Date and Time: 03/11/2018 | |
A cloudless sky spreads itself before your mind's eye, just a touch darker in tone than a robin's egg. Just left of center, a single trail of black smoke rises. Barely a smudge against the perfection of azure, the dark line is quickly blown away, leaving the sky flawless once more. As you blink, the world you know returns. | |
Possible Subjects: Unknown | Repeat: True |