You... prefer to have clarity within your dreams?
It was a strange way to think of it, and even with Brent’s experience thus far, he still considered himself to have a very limited understanding of it all. Yet despite what he thought, the answer to the question was obvious and without doubt. He nodded in affirmation.
To explore new realms of possibility, to dream of spectacular places, and to remember and be aware… How could he not want the clarity of dreams that Mister Magpie offered?
As the winged man began to walk through the grand cathedral, Brent followed a few paces behind. Every other step of the dreamer was lopsided and uneven, but Brent carried on his loping gait without noting it. It was strange to think that Malach had shared as much as she did with him, yet had not decided to open his eyes more fully like Mister Magpie had. Was she afraid? She had mentioned dangers in this realm of being, yet he only recalled a vague sense of caution without any real details. Did she mean to keep it from him? Or was it that he had just never asked?
“To build and create… and transform.” Brent murmured in response. “She never really told me how she crossed. Nor that there was more to this… this talent.” Ambition and desire burned in his eyes as he looked around the cathedral again. But unlike with Malach, the desire was not physical. It was the will to seek greater heights than ever before, to discover new secrets that only the spirits knew.
“To see with clarity, to create… Yes, this interests me.” Brent replied in earnest. “What must I do?”
His thoughts were wild with possibilities even with the lurking sense of danger Malach had warned him about. Without boundaries, he didn’t know what might or might not be possible, yet it was exciting regardless. A light airy mist flowed through the cathedral, much like the mist of a waterfall, and the light reflected in a thousand different colours around the tall pillars of stone. Opportunity, possibility, and Mister Magpie held the key.
It was a strange way to think of it, and even with Brent’s experience thus far, he still considered himself to have a very limited understanding of it all. Yet despite what he thought, the answer to the question was obvious and without doubt. He nodded in affirmation.
To explore new realms of possibility, to dream of spectacular places, and to remember and be aware… How could he not want the clarity of dreams that Mister Magpie offered?
As the winged man began to walk through the grand cathedral, Brent followed a few paces behind. Every other step of the dreamer was lopsided and uneven, but Brent carried on his loping gait without noting it. It was strange to think that Malach had shared as much as she did with him, yet had not decided to open his eyes more fully like Mister Magpie had. Was she afraid? She had mentioned dangers in this realm of being, yet he only recalled a vague sense of caution without any real details. Did she mean to keep it from him? Or was it that he had just never asked?
“To build and create… and transform.” Brent murmured in response. “She never really told me how she crossed. Nor that there was more to this… this talent.” Ambition and desire burned in his eyes as he looked around the cathedral again. But unlike with Malach, the desire was not physical. It was the will to seek greater heights than ever before, to discover new secrets that only the spirits knew.
“To see with clarity, to create… Yes, this interests me.” Brent replied in earnest. “What must I do?”
His thoughts were wild with possibilities even with the lurking sense of danger Malach had warned him about. Without boundaries, he didn’t know what might or might not be possible, yet it was exciting regardless. A light airy mist flowed through the cathedral, much like the mist of a waterfall, and the light reflected in a thousand different colours around the tall pillars of stone. Opportunity, possibility, and Mister Magpie held the key.
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