09-23-2023, 05:27 PM
Since arriving in Norway, Philip avoided dreaming of this place. He loathed the powerlessness he felt of late, and dreaming of keys and Arboreals only frustrated him further. Like all things eventually, temptation stirred in him, and on one night in particular, he opened himself to the dream.
He was walking the grounds of the Pontifical Palace in Gandolfo, observing the wide vista and thinking of how to proceed when something seemed to grab hold of his mind. A moment of being startled was the only warning, and the dream blurred fiercely.
In the next moment, Philip stood engulfed in a crowd. At his side was the young girl that Nimeda called Mara.
A deep frown lined his expression where everyone else seemed confused or lost, but otherwise, he did not stand out at all. He wore his usual white track suit, cashmere and clean and bright for all the darkness that seemed to emanate from the demon at the center of this force. He started to take a step forward and confront it again, but before he could, a force pushed and he was on the ground bowing.
Which really pissed him off.
He was walking the grounds of the Pontifical Palace in Gandolfo, observing the wide vista and thinking of how to proceed when something seemed to grab hold of his mind. A moment of being startled was the only warning, and the dream blurred fiercely.
In the next moment, Philip stood engulfed in a crowd. At his side was the young girl that Nimeda called Mara.
A deep frown lined his expression where everyone else seemed confused or lost, but otherwise, he did not stand out at all. He wore his usual white track suit, cashmere and clean and bright for all the darkness that seemed to emanate from the demon at the center of this force. He started to take a step forward and confront it again, but before he could, a force pushed and he was on the ground bowing.
Which really pissed him off.
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