[ Nothing here is wrong. Viktor sees only wilderness, overgrowth granting glimpses of something that had come before. It is an old forest, untouched for too long and unaccustomed to a guiding human hand. Like woodlands after wildfire, this place has only been reclaimed by the star, and what sprouts now is fresh and new in ways those who tended it before could not possibly expect.
But of course this wild place would heed Emet-Selch's touch, bend into the shape he desires, something more welcoming than Hydaelyn would've instructed her followers to create. Not a place rarely glimpsed, but one expected to receive visitors. Viktor watches reality reshape around him, newer easier paths, lights to guide wanderers, not welcoming, but gentler than one would expect of a road into the Underworld. Love for the artist who moves aether and shapes this place settles quilt warm over the hurt Viktor holds in his chest, but it does not stop him from offering just one more correction. ]
She cares not for the weight of our s-souls or the light they cast. 'Twas- she woke because she- she recognized what I was feeling. She... reminded me of something that was absent.
[ Dynamis, the thing between. Unsundered, the world was breathtaking. Viktor had glimpsed a fraction of a fraction of it in Elpis. A weave of aether uninterrupted, beautiful, full of bright burning souls, each one near to a god.
His own world is not that, but it is no less beautiful, less whole, for its lack of aether. In its absence, there is still a web to be found, dark and warm and scintillating. There are souls that effortlessly braid their own feeling in with yours, offering up what you are missing, taking only what they need. ]
Candles and torches, aye. 'Tis true. [ He smiles out into the distance, where he knows she lingers, then looks back to Hades as he takes shape again. ] But for us, there is something else, as well. Not light, but still warm, still c-colorful. I know what you see is so much dimmer than what was, but they are not less. Only ch-changed. Someday... someday I will show you what I f-fail to explain with words.
[ Now that he is there, not just a feeling, but a man, Viktor strides toward him and smooths down the front of his robes. ]
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But of course this wild place would heed Emet-Selch's touch, bend into the shape he desires, something more welcoming than Hydaelyn would've instructed her followers to create. Not a place rarely glimpsed, but one expected to receive visitors. Viktor watches reality reshape around him, newer easier paths, lights to guide wanderers, not welcoming, but gentler than one would expect of a road into the Underworld. Love for the artist who moves aether and shapes this place settles quilt warm over the hurt Viktor holds in his chest, but it does not stop him from offering just one more correction. ]
She cares not for the weight of our s-souls or the light they cast. 'Twas- she woke because she- she recognized what I was feeling. She... reminded me of something that was absent.
[ Dynamis, the thing between. Unsundered, the world was breathtaking. Viktor had glimpsed a fraction of a fraction of it in Elpis. A weave of aether uninterrupted, beautiful, full of bright burning souls, each one near to a god.
His own world is not that, but it is no less beautiful, less whole, for its lack of aether. In its absence, there is still a web to be found, dark and warm and scintillating. There are souls that effortlessly braid their own feeling in with yours, offering up what you are missing, taking only what they need. ]
Candles and torches, aye. 'Tis true. [ He smiles out into the distance, where he knows she lingers, then looks back to Hades as he takes shape again. ] But for us, there is something else, as well. Not light, but still warm, still c-colorful. I know what you see is so much dimmer than what was, but they are not less. Only ch-changed. Someday... someday I will show you what I f-fail to explain with words.
[ Now that he is there, not just a feeling, but a man, Viktor strides toward him and smooths down the front of his robes. ]
Thank you for hearing me, all the same.