That so many familiar yet unfamiliar faces congregated in her shade for countless bouts of debate— Noisy, she laments without any real disdain. And this was supposed to be a sweet dream.
A mass of robed figures circled about the base of the great tree, the energy of their exchange seeping into her boughs until her thoughts flood with their words and intents. Her conscious seems to balloon infinitely as more and more information surges between them. She drinks it greedily, luxuriating in the din as she preemptively quells the rage in one heart while inciting fervor in another. She is all of them and none of them, floating in the sea of thoughts external to Yggdrasil— if there was an “Yggdrasil” to speak of in this memory.
She senses an interloper on the crowd’s fringes, not engaging anyone. Their thoughts are so limpid that Yggdrasil might have lost them amongst the clangor of others.
Her disembodied whisper tickles their ear, low and pacifying. “Have you nothing to add, stranger? Or does this matter confound you? If you will it, I may attempt to explicate it for you.”
— @celestial-torrent ❀ dreamscape.