You feel bored, you fear being abandoned, you long for understanding, in the void there is nothing to do but move forward..
A path, subtle at first but growing in light, stretches before you. As you walk, it solidifies. Made of light, and both precarious in the abyss and reassuring. In the way of dreams you are one moment walking the void and the next you’re in a vast library. Or at least at the entrance to one. Through the glass doors you can see stacks of books, rooms of books, but at the entrance is a high tech machine asking you for your name, password, and ID. There’s a place with a handprint you could put your hand in.
Crow
A path, subtle at first but growing in light, stretches before you. As you walk, it solidifies. Made of light, and both precarious in the abyss and reassuring. In the way of dreams you are one moment walking the void and the next you’re in a vast library. Or at least at the entrance to one. Through the glass doors you can see stacks of books, rooms of books, but at the entrance is a high tech machine asking you for your name, password, and ID. There’s a place with a handprint you could put your hand in.