There is a place that rests within the Twilight where neither light nor darkness holds sway. There are sanctuaries within such a temple where peace is unattainable. No, in these hidden alcoves illumination comes from violet hues. The whispers begin quietly, almost imperceptible. They lure you with promises of power and wealth, tempt you with assurances of a life without worry and absent pain. “You can still hear them, can’t you?” She whispered to me after I had spent my days and nights (years?) within those walls. The voices haunt me. I dream of them. I hear them beckon me from shadowed hallways even though I am far away from that place, that temple that houses something more present than a god. “Their song will never leave your mind.” She promises me, her voice sweeter than freshly gathered honey, Spring’s first flowers. She is a creature comprised of everything pure now twisted and distorted into that which the absence of light may define. Her words ring with truth. Melodies which once pleased me, lulled me, echo with strains of foreign chords. Alien strings pluck on strange instruments. The conductor is not the same who orchestrated the symphony before.

“You belong to the melody now. Just like I do…” She whispers once more in my ear, but is she even really here? Or is it just myself and my madness? Did I ever leave that temple? Does twilight still reign over me? Do I only believe myself to be elsewhere or am I there even now, bathed in that violet and crystalline light?

Head: .LeLutka.Head.Guy 3.3
Hair: Tableau Vivant \\ Bonet [dreads] @ Uber
Body Markings: [Seydr] Dryad: Crystal @ The Shrine Tree – Fantasy Faire 2019

“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