[ you burn away as and under a star. and when everything clears away to a new vista... ah. you still burn.
Queen Brahne's illicitly-gained soul crackles with power in the hollow of your chest. You're burning yourself slowly (faster) down to a cinder, locked into a Trance your mortal terror of what's next won't allow to end.
Are you watching, Master? you tell the air, perhaps too loudly. The Mist rises from the roots of the tree as if to embrace even the stars. Everything on this planet floor willcould die to the howls of the miserable dead.
Outwardly, you murmur, distracted by your assurance somehow deep down this is your fault and seeing the aftermath writ large of what it means, your penance,]
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Date: 2023-09-09 01:50 pm (UTC)Queen Brahne's illicitly-gained soul crackles with power in the hollow of your chest. You're burning yourself slowly (faster) down to a cinder, locked into a Trance your mortal terror of what's next won't allow to end.
Are you watching, Master? you tell the air, perhaps too loudly. The Mist rises from the roots of the tree as if to embrace even the stars. Everything on this
planetfloorwillcould die to the howls of the miserable dead.Outwardly, you murmur, distracted by your assurance somehow deep down this is your fault and seeing the aftermath writ large of what it means, your penance,]
Good thing.