Open the Door
A low whine breaks the quiet, pulling your consciousness closer towards the waking dream. You find yourself kneeling in prayer, head resting on the ground, cold passing up and through you, and leaving you empty. You have come to crave this stillness. A direct opposite to the pounding of the Forge. On days when the bowing and scraping becomes too much, and the Council seeks your opinion. Only Cromwell is capable of calming you on days like these, but he was gone, away on some secret—
The dream doesn't flash, so much as fades into another vision. Time has been lost between this place and the last, but it isn't clear how much. Your hands still look the same, and so does the Forge. However, there is a sadness to you, and a new companion at your side.
Cromwell: "—we're supposed to be the heroes. But now... Will you not speak to them?"
Wynrey: "Why not Entity?" A young man slides into view, a completely difference face compared to the man you know, before the long years and modifications. A man with red hair and blue eyes, with artistically-placed freckles and a wicked scar under his left eye, which splits the corner of his mouth and travels down past his chin. Cromwell puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, and sighs. Cromwell: "Wherever you go, I will follow." A harsh juxtaposition, as the dream skips rapidly back and forth, between this moment and the next. We see two Cromwells, one on top of the other, red hair then black, blue eyes then green, white skin then tan. Tears stream from this latter Cromwell's face as we settle, and you find yourself feeling woozy, like your not quite there, but not quite gone. Cromwell: "Wynrey? Wynrey! What happened? What did you do?" Sweet boy. He doesn't understand the rising tide within you. You have found a path forward for all of them. If you only you can hold on... Wynrey: "Open the door, Isra."
Cromwell: "What? Wyn, I don't understand."
Wynrey: "Don't worry, I can still get through."
Cromwell: "Just stay with me, I'm going to get you to a medic." The whole world shifts, your head hanging loosely, and the light begins to fade. You feel yourself slide from the in between towards all gone, but you fight with all your spirit. To speak the message burned into your mind, as Vaughn made the Hop to Norn. Wynrey: "Take what is offered."
Wynrey: "Why not Entity?" A young man slides into view, a completely difference face compared to the man you know, before the long years and modifications. A man with red hair and blue eyes, with artistically-placed freckles and a wicked scar under his left eye, which splits the corner of his mouth and travels down past his chin. Cromwell puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, and sighs. Cromwell: "Wherever you go, I will follow." A harsh juxtaposition, as the dream skips rapidly back and forth, between this moment and the next. We see two Cromwells, one on top of the other, red hair then black, blue eyes then green, white skin then tan. Tears stream from this latter Cromwell's face as we settle, and you find yourself feeling woozy, like your not quite there, but not quite gone. Cromwell: "Wynrey? Wynrey! What happened? What did you do?" Sweet boy. He doesn't understand the rising tide within you. You have found a path forward for all of them. If you only you can hold on... Wynrey: "Open the door, Isra."
Cromwell: "What? Wyn, I don't understand."
Wynrey: "Don't worry, I can still get through."
Cromwell: "Just stay with me, I'm going to get you to a medic." The whole world shifts, your head hanging loosely, and the light begins to fade. You feel yourself slide from the in between towards all gone, but you fight with all your spirit. To speak the message burned into your mind, as Vaughn made the Hop to Norn. Wynrey: "Take what is offered."
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