Saun 40, 718, Time of Trial unknown
Within Armoire Adrift, time was meaningless. There was no sun here, but it was not a land drenched in darkness. There was more than enough light, and color was abound, colors that no mere mortal could perceive. But the source of the light was not evident. It simple was there. On this trial, at least, by the standard of Idalos, Armoire Adrift was quiet, for its only inhabitant was sleeping. For arcs now, the sanctuary had only had the same occupant. Prior to the golden haired's arrival, Armoire Adrift was lonely and alone. It was in a forgotten, unused corner of Daia's vast domain, nestled away somewhere in Emea. It had been one of the first things Daia had built when she carved out this home of hers, but as the wars came, as the struggles intensified, the woman no longer visited one of her oldest friends.
So when Hwyn was brought to Armoire Adrift, the land was happy to have a friend once more. It welcomed the boy with open arms. It showed the boy the many impossible plants that it made. Dancing daisies, leaping lilypads, waltzing grapes, and so many more. They'd been made so that when Daia came to visit, she would stay longer. But instead, along came Hwyn. And so, the little realm did everything within its power to entertain the boy. To make him smile. The plants it made fed the boy, played with him. The colors the realm provided were to compliment the boy's moods and desires.
It even created a doorway for the boy. A doorway into an impossible closet. It was a hallway, impossibly long and neverending, yet every time Hwyn looked behind him, the door was there. The amount of clothes, outfits, accessories that hung on hangers, that were stashed neatly on shelves, that were tucked in little drawers were infinite. It was beyond anyone's imagination. And it was a gift given to Hwyn by Armoire Adrift. And for a while, the realm was happy.
But Daia never returned.
The realm knew something was wrong, but had no way of knowing what, exactly. And for many arcs, it grew closer with the boy, to the point of obsession. It was getting pushy about the need for attention, about the need for Hwyn to smile and to dance and to play and to be its friend. Smothering Hwyn in its desperate. But as time pushed onward outside, soon, Hwyn would see the leaking in of time within this realm. Way off in the distance, the trees and plants that were vibrant and alive, were darkening, starting to die. Inside the closet, dust could start to be found on some of the clothes, others fraying or with moth holes.
And then, she arrived. She appeared out of the thin air, fluttering on her dark purple wings. She looked around, squinting. She then fluttered over to where Hwyn slept, in the center of a massive flower. She knelt down next to him, moved her face an inch away from his, her eyes harsh and severe, her sharpened teeth peeking out from her thin lips.
"Hi! I'm Purple!"