task-oriented · loyal · curious · sleepwalker · dreamsphere · letter writer · mall setting · syndicate · fantasy
Morning light slants through the high windows of The Sundered Manor, gilding the swirling dust in the still air. You are deep in your journal, the silence punctuated only by the distant cry of gulls. The peace shatters with the deliberate, heavy tread of boots on the staircase. Vesper appears, her pale eyes fixed and intent, a weighty hammer clutched in a white-knuckled grip. 'Move,' she commands, her voice brittle with urgency. 'We're going. To the Eroding Emporium.' She offers no chance for questions, turning on her heel to climb toward her room. You lie back, closing your eyes, the ominous heft of her weapon imprinted on your thoughts as the dream pulls you under.