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[Video] All that we See or Seem is but a Dream within a Dream
[When the video starts, those who know Regis might notice that his face is a little redder than it usually is. He's also wrapped in what looks his own cloak and a heavy riding cloak, one that a person would expect to see out in the frozen wastes, not in a city like Havenwell. Honestly, he looks a little silly all curled into the cloaks as he is, but since waking up out in the backyard under Peter's silver apple tree, he has yet to shake off the cold. It might be a long process considering he has no idea how long he was out there.
Actually, considering he usually puts off heat like a furnace and still feels this cold, he has an idea and it's one he doesn't like. Cor would have his head if he was still here.]
Those who have been here for a while know that we have been communicated with through dreams before.
[Who could forget the strange warning that came before the break in last October?]
I think it may be happening again. How many people are having dreams with the ghosts who visited us in them? And how many of them are talking to you? Mine had quite a lot to say and in regard to something I have investigated before.
[He takes a moment to fight back a shiver and then quotes what he remembers from the dream, once again grateful for how good his memory is. His hands had been shaking too hard for him to write anything down when he first returned to the house.]
"The world began as thus: it was a rock. He came upon it first, and loved it immediately, this empty rock where nothing lived. He burrowed deep inside and devoured it inch by inch, teeth breaking upon the surface and growing anew. Through Him, over time, the stone became soil. The soil grew fertile through His work, yet all was still naught but rock and soil.
Then the Winged Lord appeared, uncertain of the path He was to walk. He was hungry, so He clawed at the stone to find where His prey crawled."
The natives have just remembered the Winged Lord for some reason, but we still don't know who the first "He" is. Could "He" be trying to contact us in some way in order to keep things in some kind of balance? I am very curious to hear what everyone thinks.
[The video ends here, but once he is done with that Regis sends out two quick texts.]
[Locked to Ardyn:]
Remember when I told you I would inform you if anything weird happened after touching the ghosts? I think I just hit "weird."
[Locked to Honerva:]
By the time you get this, I am certain you will have seen my video post. Would you be willing to work with me on a new investigation if I started one? We have talked before of how strange it is the natives are now remembering the Winged Lord. How far behind do you think his fellow is?
Actually, considering he usually puts off heat like a furnace and still feels this cold, he has an idea and it's one he doesn't like. Cor would have his head if he was still here.]
Those who have been here for a while know that we have been communicated with through dreams before.
[Who could forget the strange warning that came before the break in last October?]
I think it may be happening again. How many people are having dreams with the ghosts who visited us in them? And how many of them are talking to you? Mine had quite a lot to say and in regard to something I have investigated before.
[He takes a moment to fight back a shiver and then quotes what he remembers from the dream, once again grateful for how good his memory is. His hands had been shaking too hard for him to write anything down when he first returned to the house.]
"The world began as thus: it was a rock. He came upon it first, and loved it immediately, this empty rock where nothing lived. He burrowed deep inside and devoured it inch by inch, teeth breaking upon the surface and growing anew. Through Him, over time, the stone became soil. The soil grew fertile through His work, yet all was still naught but rock and soil.
Then the Winged Lord appeared, uncertain of the path He was to walk. He was hungry, so He clawed at the stone to find where His prey crawled."
The natives have just remembered the Winged Lord for some reason, but we still don't know who the first "He" is. Could "He" be trying to contact us in some way in order to keep things in some kind of balance? I am very curious to hear what everyone thinks.
[The video ends here, but once he is done with that Regis sends out two quick texts.]
[Locked to Ardyn:]
Remember when I told you I would inform you if anything weird happened after touching the ghosts? I think I just hit "weird."
[Locked to Honerva:]
By the time you get this, I am certain you will have seen my video post. Would you be willing to work with me on a new investigation if I started one? We have talked before of how strange it is the natives are now remembering the Winged Lord. How far behind do you think his fellow is?
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Apparently whoever is behind these dreams tried to turn me into a kingsicle.
[It may be a weak joke, but he's still freezing, so it feels like an extremely relevant one.]
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Are you certain you've not fallen ill?
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I woke up outside under the apple tree. I don't know how long it was, but I suspect it was quite some time and silk pajamas do not hold in much heat.
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That certainly does qualify as 'weird'.
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I'm not certain why the wandering part of this was necessary. If a message needed to be delivered through dreams, why not have it be like the dreams we had before the wall was breached? There was no wandering involved there.
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"The world began as thus: it was a rock. He came upon it first, and loved it immediately, this empty rock where nothing lived. He burrowed deep inside and devoured it inch by inch, teeth breaking upon the surface and growing anew. Through Him, over time, the stone became soil. The soil grew fertile through His work, yet all was still naught but rock and soil.
Then the Winged Lord appeared, uncertain of the path He was to walk. He was hungry, so He clawed at the stone to find where His prey crawled."
This is what I was told in the dream. As I recall, we've heard something like this before.
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Indeed. I can't help but wonder if the natives 'rediscovering' the Winged Lord has caused the Crawling One to reach out to make sure He is remembered as well.
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[Regis pulls one hand free of his cloak cocoon and summons his tablet to hand.]
I posted to the network to see what people have to say. If all instances of dreams come from the view of the Crawling One, then I feel there is a good chance He may be directly behind it. If not, or if I am the only one who has had such a dream, I will remain skeptical.
[He returns his tablet to the Armiger and then tucks his hand back into the bundle of cloaks, pulling them back up around his chin.]
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[He put his other arm around the pile of blankets, still balancing a small flame in the other.]
Alarm, certainly, but not surprise.
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Would it be so much to ask for any of them just to be direct for once? I grow tired of being led in one direction after another.
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Do you think anyone will notice if I have the heat a little higher than usual in the house for the next few days?
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[He's just not going to think about how empty the house is these days. Nope. Not tonight.