Jarek
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I’m bleeding
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------His mind ruminated, over and over his conversation with the prophetical mare. It was more like an intervention really. To the crashing, burning fire that was his life. He had left the desert seeking something more, chasing a fantastical idea of the future that would be his. He had been misled, and his mind poisoned by viscous sand beings. Devil was likely the best description for them. They had warped and twisted his mind, it was an embarrassing realization.
Each night had felt empty and frightening since. They taunted him in his dreams as he ran from them. In others he Chased them from his mind. He no longer welcomed their presence in his life. In other dreams he fought them, pushing them back - not allowing them near Torielle or Veil Nebula. Their vile blackened limbs were reaching for those he felt a connection with, as fragile and new as it was. He valued this above everything else.
Were these dreams signifying his inner battle, or something more? He had felt concerned since the night of the festival that something had gone amiss with the mares. That it would be his fault for not seeking them out immediately to ensure that Torielle had been found. When the idea of fate had been tripped from him, everything felt so much sharper. Each action he would be solely responsible for, the weight hung heavy on him. And so it should! He was a man, and he would make better decisions going forwards.
The warmth of his anger was not enough to keep him warm on his upward climb up this frozen forsaken place. He had heard that this was a peak that got worshippers closer to the gods. Perhaps it would guide him further in making better decisions. At the very least it would be an appropriate place for self reflection and to try and pry his own personality free from that of his desert culture. It was an ongoing challenge. He knew that from now he would make his own way, in his heart he feared that the Novus gods would also corrupt him. His soul was fragile and he felt like he was clinging to the fragments of who he was.
As he reached the top of the temple, he sighed deeply. He hoped he would find something worth finding within.
@Veil Nebula
