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Azecreth
Pulsar
- Joined
- Aug 23, 2013
- Location
- Ohio, America
Dreams. Dreams were wonderful things. They could take you to different lives, different places. A realm of fantasy and wonder, but it could also bring to light your darkest fears, those thoughts and desires that you tried to keep hidden from yourself, the ones that only came to the surface in sleep, when your subconscious could run free.
Alex Sinclair knew dreams better than anyone. Admittedly a young man, he had always been fascinated by the mind, by it's inner workings and what made people tick. Their personality, their hopes and fears, their aspirations. Essentially, what made a person a person. Of course, it was helped by the magic he had at his command, developed through years of effort, and now he was ready to put it to the test.
So, in the safety of his own modest home, he stepped into the prepared magical circle, about six foot tall, moderate build, brown hair, bit of a stubble, well worn clothes. Nothing amazing in his own opinion, but that was his opinion. For now, he prepared a spell he had spent a long time working on. It was magic that would allow him to connect to another mind in an unconscious state, interact with them inside their mind. Essentially, dreamwalking. He sat down in the middle of the circle in a meditative stance, chanting words under his breath as he opened his mind and left his body.
It was strange, ethereal. He could see lights, glowing in the dark void, what he assumed to be other minds. It was a strain, yet it seemed almost as natural a state for him as breathing. He moved between the souls until he came to a stop, reaching out to ouch the light, creating a bridge, a connection, and then he was in this person's mind.
Alex Sinclair knew dreams better than anyone. Admittedly a young man, he had always been fascinated by the mind, by it's inner workings and what made people tick. Their personality, their hopes and fears, their aspirations. Essentially, what made a person a person. Of course, it was helped by the magic he had at his command, developed through years of effort, and now he was ready to put it to the test.
So, in the safety of his own modest home, he stepped into the prepared magical circle, about six foot tall, moderate build, brown hair, bit of a stubble, well worn clothes. Nothing amazing in his own opinion, but that was his opinion. For now, he prepared a spell he had spent a long time working on. It was magic that would allow him to connect to another mind in an unconscious state, interact with them inside their mind. Essentially, dreamwalking. He sat down in the middle of the circle in a meditative stance, chanting words under his breath as he opened his mind and left his body.
It was strange, ethereal. He could see lights, glowing in the dark void, what he assumed to be other minds. It was a strain, yet it seemed almost as natural a state for him as breathing. He moved between the souls until he came to a stop, reaching out to ouch the light, creating a bridge, a connection, and then he was in this person's mind.