Viewing Seed-like Stars that haven't yet Bloomed.
Domestic and worldly concerns had consumed more of Woe's time of late. It'd gotten to a point where they chased him into sleep even, and merely engaged in the pedestrian chase of those who were familiar to him. It'd been too long since he stared into the great mysteries of the Untold, the chaotic everything that lay beyond the Veil. He almost forgot how to move through the Veil, it'd been so long. Perhaps all of the upheaval of late had changed the way the traversal worked. He knew for a fact that the translocation that was once possible was beyond anyone's reach. Travelling the Astsral space of the Untold required a link back to the body, lest his consciousness become lost in that soup of possibilities.
He almost wondered if this was what had become of Magpie. He looked at the curvature of the graven bronze that made up the inside of his Orrery, at the very heights of his own Dreamscape. This was where he staged his viewings of Emea, when he had a moment to do so, and nothing pressing demanding his dreaming attentions. He was tired, and business chasing him from waking, following into his sleep had worn on his sanity and sense of calm and peace. He needed this moment, at least, to himself.
So he took it, as he stood within the spherical Glimmering Orrery. He held his hand against the subtle engravings on the inner surface of the sphere's curvature. With a small exercise of will, he forced it not to give way, or melt into the Emean chaos that lay above and beyond. He only willed it to assume a clarity that would afford him a glimpse of the expanses outside of the Orrery.
He saw it, then, half formed from expectation and paradoxically the spaces forms and geometries that were as yet unimagined and unthought of. A wide expanse like a great city scape, reminiscent of Quacia perhaps of old, or the Eternal Empire. Places as grand as all that, yet far larger.
He saw them glimmering with lights, motes of brilliant glow that traced along the angular points of those geometric structures that stretched for eons beyond his position, within his own small dreamscape. He stared out, and allowed himself a moment of wistful remembrance, "What did you find, Magpie? Where have you gone?" He shrugged. He didn't pine for his old colleague, but sometimes curiosity was hard to shake. Had Magpie found a place out there? Or was he consumed by the turbulent chaos of its denizens, torn to thousands of pieces, waiting for his soul and psyche to be puzzled together again?
Woe stared out and then downward, willing the space between him and the Orrery's physical boundaries to melt into a vergeance through the Veil. He would step out, only for a moment. If only to taste the intoxicating ocean of emotion, sensations, and thought that Emea bombarded its travelers with.