Known colloquially as the "Realm of Dreams", Emea is a mysterious place accessed primarily beyond the realm of consciousness as the mortal body sleeps in Idalos. The mind travels far at night and Emea's not without its unique risks and dangers, though Jesine's vigilance keeps mortals mostly safe.
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Zi'da 18th, 717
Darkness swirled and ebbed in a sky that was far more reminiscent of a sea. The inky darkness flowed angrily, threatening to swallow that which wallowed in the desolate waste below. The land seemed to be raped by infertility, wrapped in decay, the earth was a mix of gray and brown, hard and dry. There was seemingly no water and no structures for what could only be miles. On top of it all, the air was heavy and stifling, making it hard to breath let alone fly. It pressed down on the earth and blew with reckless abandon. It threatened to press anyone who walked this strength of land right into the earth itself.
A certain half-breed did her best to struggle against the winds, fighting to make any progress while making very, very little. Her talons grasped at the ground desperately, trying to get some kind of foothold, but the elongated claws couldn't even pierce. Her breaths came out sharp as she pushed forward. She was working towards some kind of goal, she knew that for certain, but she had no idea as to what she was looking for. She just knew she had to go forward. Pushing moving, going ever forward in a desperate attempt to meet whatever was at the end of the path. The path seemed so very endless though.
She fell to the ground, tumbling back a couple feet as she tried to cling to where she was. She felt helpless as she scratched the earth with her fingernails. Again, she could manage to get any hold on what was around her. Her nails scored shallow marks, not enough to grip, as she was slowly pushed along back to wherever she had started. She knew she could go there, it was a bad place. But that was it, she didn't know exactly what it was.
As she flattened herself against the earth, she was left mostly helpless and prone.
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