#kurancs: a study in permanent discontent and (attempting) a predator - prey reversal. an original adaptation of h.p. lovecraft's kuranes, the dreaming god - king of celephaïs. dreamt by lare.
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#kurancs: a study in permanent discontent and (attempting) a predator - prey reversal. an original adaptation of h.p. lovecraft's kuranes, the dreaming god - king of celephaïs. dreamt by lare.
phew i could still reset my pw even though ive been using the g//mail trick to create rp blogs.
in ooth-nargai all of time exists all at once. well — all of time exists all at once everywhere, but in ooth-nargai that's perceptible even to human dreamers. humans experience time in linear fashion so it can be difficult/impossible to conceptualise, and so to most it feels like time simultaneously does and doesn't pass in ooth-nargai, but in reality every moment is happening at the same time. it's how upon kuranes' return to celephaïs no time had passed between his childhood visit and the decades since. at first he also thought that time just hadn't moved forward, but after ruling for a while he realised that time does flow only to figure out that no it doesn't, actually. it's how he can shift how old he appears — because he is every age he's ever been at the same time.
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"you really created this?" it's almost a statement instead of a question, évariste's hand trailing across the pale marble wall; he doesn't bother mitigating what awe he feels, although alongside that awe creeps in some terror. he is and has always been terribly out of his depth. some part of him knows he should have come to celephaïs sooner — there was no reason to put it off. but standing here he understands why he did. he's a wanderer, a stranded adventurer in the dreamlands, not a sculptor of them, and standing beside the creator and king of this place he can't shake the latent fear that even he isn't immune to such powerful influence. "nothing i heard before seeing it myself did it justice." / @selfpres
kuranes twirls a yellow ginkgo leaf between thumb and forefinger; time does not pass in the valley of ooth-nargai, but sometimes the green skirts of mount aran turn yellow in a mimicry of changing seasons to please its king. he watches the movement for a moment longer, basking in the compliment, before letting a passing breeze take hold of the leaf and carry it down sloping streets. the fondness in the king's gaze is unmistakeable as he follows the leaf's frolicking path until it slips out of sight and his focus shifts to the view opening below them: clusters of buildings constructed of white marble and gilded roofs, separated by paved streets; clusters of people going about their daily lives, many of them heading towards the harbour for either work or leisure; cats, slipping out of their owners' windows into back alleys, undoubtedly to some conference with their kind; and in the distance, the snow-peaked mount aran and the sea-shore, and further still galleys sailing towards the purpling horizon.
"i did," he answers eventually. "though it was a long time ago now." there's weight and history in that long time, though what kuranes fails to tell évariste is that celephaïs was raised out of a childhood fancy, without any conscious knowledge or decision on his part. few know that celephaïs is not the result of intentional craftmanship and fancy kuranes quite the sculptor and architect and that suits him just fine.
it's refreshing to see his city through the eyes of a stranger. he can keep the comforts of his manor-house and the countryside waiting for a little longer. "it's quite something, isn't it? if you have the time, you should board a ship and visit serannian as well. i would be glad to host you in my castle there as well." then the king laughs, as though delighted by some private joke. he turns to regard évariste from the corner of his eye, gaze sharp and mouth turned upwards at one corner, as though expecting him to share in his amusement.
by Simon Quaglio in 1818
all sleep and dream but only some Dream. kuranes, after dying and entering the dreamlands for good, is technically a Dreamer permanently, although he can still enter places that stretch beyond the dreamlands such as the reaches of Void where azathoth resides and the place beyond infinity where he met the violet gas s'ngac. he can, also, dreamwalk; as in, although he cannot go back to earth in person, he is able to enter living people's dreams in his current state of being.
which is, often, a problem.
people who can't enter the dreamlands on their own really shouldn't go there. kuranes, however, has a pull to him—a gravity almost—and sometimes his dreamwalking can turn dreaming into Dreaming.
he tries to offer those he turns into Dreamers refuge in celephaïs, but such people tends to cause ... trouble. the dreamlands react to people's imagination, even minds that aren't fully equipped to handle it — especially minds that aren't fully equipped to handle it. if celephaïs' streets start to warp and sour as a result, the ill - equipped Dreamers are driven out of the city to fend for themselves — or, if they're lucky, kuranes deals with them himself.
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