“The legend begins…”

There is a place where memories go to take their last breaths. A land breathes composed of the ashes of all that which has departed, everything which was once known but now lies forgotten. Is he a specter in this place or is he another memory? He has known so much sorrow in his long life; it is plausible that long after his passing some semblance of sentience remains. He suffered so many trials, celebrated so many victories and failures which have led to this moment. Deep in a temple dedicated to a thousand shrines and even more faiths, he can be seen repeating the motions of a life well-lived. Once upon a time, he had boasted of being a warrior; later he had become a king. He had been a lover, a husband, a father, both hero and villain in his own story and those of others. There are varying tales of his death, and there are stories yet where he remains alive and forging new paths through one world and others.

But, here he will always be the specter that haunts this particular temple. He will be the echo of trials faced and demons fought. He will mirror and repeat those moments that made him what he was destined to become. He rests here a shrine that has a form built of dreams and loves rather than stone and dust.

Turn slightly toward the right when you meant to turn left. Whisper a name half-remembered from your sleep. Become overwhelmed by grief and sadness when there is no obvious source for its emanation. Close your eyes and take a breath. Open them and find yourself in this realm of shrines and memories with him as he was, or maybe find yourself with him as he is in another world where he is still remembered.

Face & Body Markings: :[P]: & [TRAP]:// Amatheia OmegaBodyTat:// Atregare @ The Shrine Tree – Fantasy Faire 2019
Skin: SN – Children of the Night V1 Male @ Twilight Spring – Fantasy Faire 2019
Temple & Altar: *~by Nacht ~ Mystic Altar & Mystic Cloisters @ The Light of V’aloth – Fantasy Faire 2019