He is blind, too. He sees but doesn’t apprehend. Maybe that’s why vision after vision remains out of focus?
How can he describe such chaos? He’s seen it before, never before put it into words. He shall try, though. For his Queen. To the guards around them, it will simply sound like an unsung song.
“Tallest, the thinnest of mountains. Stony fingers sprung from the underworld. Bathed by a cold fire.
A landscape of fallen stars. Caves, stacked up to the sky. On the highest, the lowest, people trapped inside them. The same sourceless, cold fire bathes them, too.”
And what puzzles him the most, that he can’t even name. The caves seem to be shut from outside by… a tear? It should be the finest of crystals, but can there be a time when crystals abound like that? It’s easier for tears to suffice.
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