I'm trying to care less about what other people think of me: trying not to perpetually perform for an imagined audience, trying to forget all the invisible eyes on me.

4am in the dark lair of my study, two locked doors between my face and the world...

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Malika looked to the holy man.

"What say you, Reliath?" she asked. "Why didn't the greater dead destroy us, as Morduth suggests?"

Orthael thought for several long moments. "I cannot say for sure," he replied. "But perhaps, while the creature is more g…

In complete silence they walked ahead to a watertight door a short distance ahead, of the type commonly seen on ships. It was worn, textured, maintained - solid graspable reality in stark contrast to every other thing in that unreal world.

Silvertown twi…

It was enough. Beckton knew what to do and how to get there - or rather, he had a feeling that he would know when it mattered. For now, he needed a door that matched a certain set of parameters.

There was a delicate clink, from somewhere close by, as if …

To dream such dreams,

to banish despair with the conjured light of face and form,

drawn perfectly from decades ago--

such is the magic of faerie wings and moon beams.

In that twisting and infinite moment,

perhaps a reflection of what was in another time …