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'No one disturb the Heir Luminary tonight! They engage in important study.'
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The estate went quiet. Behind private chamber's doors, laid elegant atop hand threaded bedding with their hands layered over a gorgeous mirror's handle. It rests against their chest, their head slightly angled sideways, breath in steady rise and fall. The 'work' looks like sleep. The 'work' is sleep. The work goes beyond what wakeness offers. Reality far too strict, too solid. Maybe working is sleeping, the years prior so taxing on their heart, mind, being. All they did then was sleep, or sleep restlessly, or stare at the ceiling, the wall, the dark void of the pillow, watching the day go by, then days, then weeks. Almost... fearful, the royal staff keeps a close eye on the door, for what dwells behind it might rot and fester all over again. So much progress was made.
 
Sunsets over Moonlight made themself sleep, paradoxical. Deep, deep sleep washed over them so they might linger in its confines, not dwell, but search. Over one-hundred years subconsciously stored away. Faeborne memory and perception changes as they age. Heightened and blurred, a lot merges together as spring's turn into summer. They walk their own dreams by their lonesome (is that... dangerous?) searching for answers to burning questions; for truth. It appears in known and unknown reflections, the latter what looks like the life of a complete stranger who wears their face. Focused on, these miniscule lost years in the face of decades and decades lived. Does it make them feel whole?
 
One might think they drank a poison and never woke up again. Several scratched out, crumbled letters surround their resting body:

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Dear .... ,
I am writing you today in hopes that when I wake up I suddenly have all of the answers I've wanted. I am writing you today in hopes I meet some semblance of you after I awaken. I am writing to you, in however many reflections you appear in, in hopes that when this reaches you, everything makes sense. What makes sense? I--

Dear,
I am afraid to wake up. What if what is there is better than here? That I lose myself in this sea, unventured. Is this safe? I've not asked him how safe this is. I feel like I cannot do anything without his approval-- for my own sake, terrified of whatever might go wrong because I do not trust myself. Will I trust myself to wake? Will I trust myself to sleep? Is this safe? To sleep entirely alone? I lay on my bed, looking at my mirror and wondering who stares at me.
  
Dear .... ,
I miss you more than anything. Everything is my fault. Why? Maybe in there, there are answers. I am unsure. Maybe I will not feel so bad. Nothing is my fault-- is it? I know I miss you. Do you watch me still, beneath the surface? I wonder how I look from eyes not my own- stepping back, seeing as another does. My outline is faulty. I know I was always faulty. I had to have been.
 
nothing sounds right...
 
Dear ... ,
I love you more than anything. Do not hate me if I do not wake up. I know it is dangerous and I know I should ask for help, but I do not want to. I cannot. How can I start? How can I pull myself from myself if I am not by myself? Does that make sense? Have I ever made any sense to you?
 
Dear ... ,
Hello, you. I am so happy you woke up safely. Do you feel better now? Does it feel clearer, now? What you search for isn't silly, but it isn't smart either. It isn't anything but how it is: true to you. Remember your truth and the value it holds. Remember that no matter what you find, you are still you, and those parts of you are beautiful.

 

I want to see what they love so much about you.

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| Character |

Sunsets over Moonlight

 
| Risk |
As risky as oneself might be (is this even safe?!)

 
| Attendees |
Solo

 
| Request |
The DM has full creative liberty to write the true life and lead up to the incident that put Sunsets over Moonlight in Dal'Thala's larger clinic in 2072. The first, lost, twenty or so years of their life. They walk their own dreams, their own suppressed subconscious in active search for... something! This is an integral part of my character's story that I am so excited to (potentially if picked up) let someone really go crazy with and really flex those storytelling muscles. Though one stipulation is to have, at the very least, read 'With Nothing but Love,'. This is a very odd event request that I am very embarrassed to even make ! !

 
| Tone |
Introspective | Vulnerable | Self-loathing | Storytelling | Trying one's best | Transitional | Cycles | Reflections | Sweet

 

| DM |

Searching! Message me on Discord if interested

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