Solid Walls...real lights...Mountain in the middle... -- Sheesh'a'Ream

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Date Posted: 18:30:48 09/08/01 Sat
Author: Dai-Ur'Son
Subject: Solid Walls...real lights...Mountain in the middle...

He stood outside the city...the city did not change. Why it remained was a question to Dai-Ur'Son but it was not one he cared enough to ask.

He looked at it's majesty and realized he had made a mistake...he had gone to far into the insanity of this world and thought that he would get out now. He turned...but was it of his own volition...

...a black mist enveloped him. Before it was merely walking in his non-existant shadow, but now it was about him and focused his eyes on a distant window seeing things he was never meant (or was he?) to see. This is no dream...

...this is real saying it out loud without even realizing.

Suddenly the window was closer, a huge screen in only his eyes, the shadow was completely about him focusing his eyes on each glaring amount of detail...the dead...the House of the Dead...

A rare gift...to see what so few see. A travesty of existance is such a place. A farce of will. They don't belong there...only in the cold embrace of The Lady, yet there they sit drinking non-existance away because of their own will. But you have a will Son of Manar. You can be called that as much as the others. You are close now, young one. You have infused much to sleep this deeply. Even now the Elders wonder if you are well. You can take that step and see what no other can see. I have assisted you thus far....

Who are you?

...and don't you realize that I am far away from Manar and that my body lies sleeping?

Of course I realize where you are...you are at the Door of Death...Knock and it shall be opened unto you...

Dai-Ur'Son looked at the window and could not decide. It was not time to decide...it was time to wait. There was something afoot here. He looked once more into the Tavern and decided it was time to return

Leave me be...I must dwell on this

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