[ . . . ] always has dream - walking been an art of adepti & spirits, though an eternity leaves ample time for any powerful being to make the attempt once or twice to learn. morax had described it enough, kitsune saiguu even more so.
sometimes, it is merely an escape. other times, it is to sate a CURIOUSITY --- and it is for that reason that the raiden shogun extends her reach across the tumultuous sea. with crossed legs & deep breaths, she projects, traversing the boundary between material & immaterial. eternity demands an audience.
she slips into the weave of the dream, another player on its stage, a face in the background. not yet does she approach, a quiet observer to the workings of the tianquan’s mind. and what a beautiful mind she has. brilliant, full of ideas & innovations. it is a shame it only brings them closer to the end.
this particular backdrop is one baal recognizes like a blacksmith does a finely crafted blade from another era. it is anachronistic: a field full of GLAZE LILIES, the taste of WINE on her tongue, a bustling assembly. ( it is a time in liyue’s history that even she has heard only tales of. before the war, before the destruction, before the original seven took their thrones. ) the raiden shogun crouches beside newly placed steps, intently observing the petals of a lily sprouting from a nearby patch of grass. from its clarity, the woman she seeks cannot be far.
there. she spots ningguang & rises. now come to me.
@jadescreens // because you asked 😳
