He wakens, sends forth visions of disquiet. No words are offered, only cobweb shrouded dreams.
Ancient battles rage, move through forests of memories. They sear like a brand, Subdue with righteous anger. Punished are we children of the twilight, creatures forged in hunger and envy.
Enchanter is he. Dragon, forged in fire, weaver of life. Seer and bringer of a Death unremitting. Guardian of treasures none but the illumined can see. That is, only through the gates of Void and Silence.
What is He? The words written on this scroll only serve to deepen the disquiet I’m feeling. I know very well what He is but hoped it would not be so. Creatures like him glide silently through the corridors of our dreams; bringing confused thoughts and unawakened desires. He tests us, touches the veils of awareness. Legends unfurl like the petals of night blooming Hellebore. I see his history and it…
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