- 006 || eternity stares back.

[hisdreamsmyfate.livejournal.com]

Is it dark? Are you still awake? Where are you? Is this a dream?

All of these thoughts and more would flutter through your mind, caught on the thin wire between consciousness, and being trapped within the confines of your own imagination. In time, it slowly dissapates, burning away as the universe reveals itself. You might find yourself standing on a tall, icly pillar, gazing at the stars that seem forever locked in twilight. Or perhaps you're deeper, nearly drowning in a pool of water that seems to have an almost green tinge, wouldn't you agree? and just barely managing to float to the surface. Planets are out of line, the clouds are tricoloured and thick, but no matter what.

The stars remain.

This land is open, free. Shattered. There are absolutely no restrictions here, and the asteroids have already grasped the concept. They shift and crumble before you, just before drifting into the great abyss. You might see those you know, wandering the stars - some with a confused stagger, and others with defined purpose.

Look down.

One of the asteroids is misshapen.

And there is the faint outline of a man resting upon it, sitting as if in meditation.

The will of this world guides you towards it.

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She flies, with those same great, black wings he's seen before. She shows no surprise at being in space or being able to breathe here; she was born here. Sailor senshi are born from stars and planets. Such a grandiose setting suits her, and this is the air of home. She is not awed by it, though she lets herself watch it before she finally turns away.

Mercury doesn't take too long to watch the starscape with that distant, impassively quiet expression before she turns to go towards the man, who she recognizes. She lands gracefully a short distance away. The feathery wings wrap around her as though to keep her warm in the cold of space; but the cold is equally something that doesn't trouble her. She greets Zack blandly.]

I didn't think a human would also make it this far. [Without a ship or spacesuit, at any rate.]

[plotdeviceturk.livejournal.com]

Tseng's stood on the edge of this abyss a few times, nearly stepped over the edge on three occasions. It's a heady sensation, but he's always had a reason to turn back around or simply been dragged. There's a different quality to this time though, like it's not his perspective on things he's seeing.

He recognizes Zack in an instant, regrets that had lost some of their bite clawing at him again. He'd tried to get there in time, to save instead of destroy for once and failed. He doesn't know what to say, or how to even begin so he simply stands there waiting and watching the brilliant sky around them.

[findmyownreason.livejournal.com]

At first, Cloud thinks he's back in Bugenhagen's observatory. It's the same forever of stars with the planets drifting through the eternal night, no up or down to trust except where his feet are standing to prove otherwise. He sees the asteroids and there's a single sliver of cold down his spine, remembering another not so long ago and the way it had filled the entire sky. But no, that's past. He's here. And as he looks around, trying to orient himself in the spinning world that's threatening to make him motion sick if he pays too much attention he sees:

"Zack!"

(ooc. as if I could resist an opening like that)

[promotedpawn]

[Dreams. Games played by the subconscious, doors that open to endless worlds outside human reach. His whole existence could very well be considered one of a dream. Existing as long as he thinks, vanishing the moment he stops only to reappear again if he ever starts once more. A being outside worlds, above and below them, a dream and a nightmare, that's all he is.

He had thought that he had lost the ability to dream when he was born. Apparently he's wrong, or he has discovered a power to visit dreams from others. It doesn't make a real difference, he's used to observe things and to immerse himself in them occasionally. Primo stands, observing the stars lazily, they look so much like world fragments that he's almost tempted to try to reach for one. It always feels strange to observe the stars, something humans do quite often, something he himself did before as one.]

What kind of dream is this?