THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
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━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━ ..ACATALEPSY..
(noun) The impossibility to truly comprehend anything. ━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━
"Mordana! Where the hell are you?"
The frantic voice of a woman thumped the black metal furnished walls and lone standing pillars to reveberate in the groin vaulted ceiling embedded with some intricate symbols amidst the convex folds.
With rushing breaths, she footed downwards in the loopy circling stairs. Her craggy steps were echoing in the evenly polished dove grey and grainy granite floors. She crumpled her heavy lilac linen gown with her toiling fingers. With every step, her anxiety sliced her deliberations.
"Mordana! Are you alive? Some response please, I need you now," she squealed in anguish. The anguish was ghastly than the giggles of the night winds singing its ballad of the day to the night-waking souls.
While she neared the eastern corner of the arching illustrated raven foyer, her eyes looked at the thick purple cloaked skies dusted with glittering silver spots and grey floating clouds, caressing the frosted crescent pendant. When she was feeling lost amidst the array of silencing howls, inside and out, a murky yet melodious humming tickled her ears. A stream of mitigation flowed on her.
Shadowing that, she clanked her steps audaciously towards a lonely diverged, dimly lit aisle, glowing under the silver shine of moon paired with golden candles dancing to spread their frosty fervour. Within three flicks, she stood in front of a rusty wooden door that had no handle to push it in. Her irate brows shot up.
"Here! Unlock it. I need your help," she urged. Her words echoed the clear aisle only to eventually hush.
Gradually the eerie tunes of elegiac tunes from the other side wilted into rough ruffles of air. Being used to these responses, she decided to push the door forward. But ceased when some silvery streaks of electric lines emerged with her two steps towards it.
'Such a bizarre woman!' Eir grumbled beneath her breath. She then took her amethyst jewelled lambent tiara from her purple-gold curvy locks and placed them on the webbed beams. The moment she kept it, the metals dissolved into the glowing lines while the amethyst stone was thrown out. She was taken aback but was grateful as her birthstone was still secured.
"Ajarep Ingresse" (Ajar the ingress)
She could hear the spell in a hazy tone yet nothing changed. Before she became infuriated, she saw a gold-dusted palm emerging out. Slowly, it fitted the golden knob into the edge of the door. Then the aureate palm opened it for her. She stepped in and the door closed erratically behind.
