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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(adj.) Fantastically visionary and highly improbable. ━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━
"May the holy stars align to save us from the misfortune!"
The faltering voice of a woman echoed in the four walls of her rhomboid chambers. She opened her quavering eyes and inspected the four pale yellow walls that were coated grey with darkness along with the yellow spots of speckled flames of the illuminated lamps.
She then looked around her while her hands rubbed the nape of her neck which was burning cold over her thick skin. From the parchments and grimoires that were aligned in slopes over her burnt yellow shelves to her simple reading desks with scattered quills and paperweights, nothing was questionable.
"That was one of the worst mares I have ever seen. A bizzare one!" She sighed while collecting her golden emerald locks to twist them into a tight bun. She pushed herself beneath the covers to catch a good sleep at least from now. The stout mattress was dipping her lithe frame in while she pulled over the quilts to warm her from the sharp chill winds of the cold Aetherth nights.
When she let her lids droop, inhaling the warmth from the burning lamps, a reminiscence of her former mare resurfaced behind her eyes. Her nape shot up a piercing fervour that made vapours glide through her hair. The moment those vapours were detected by her sapped emerald eyes, three streaks of red, purple and opals flashed in front of her, letting the burn intensify in her nape. With a jolting impact, she widened her eyes, pushing off the weariness into an awareness that was dawning on her.
She woke up and rolled off her snow furred quilts. She snatched the thick raven coat and the knitted tan-skinned scarf that was kept rolled on her desks. While winding those over her green flowing robes, to keep her comfortable from the frost winds of the approaching winter, she dismounted a lantern from her head side.
Ruffling through the piled up sheets, she took some unused parchments and a pot of coal jet ink that had emerald quills with silver glitters soaked on it. She stepped out of her room and turned to lock it. Before she closed the doors, she peeked in again at the corners and shelves wherein she found nothing pesky.
Yet she wanted to be more sure. She raised her palms and lowered her fingers, one after the other, slumping the gleams of the light, making the darkness take over the chamber.
'Revealeh tryft ambigwe reliceio, amiore.' 'Reveal the ambiguous relics, if any.'
She enunciated while her eyes darted the room keen. After some flicks that were observable from the light in her hands, she could see nothing apparent. A sigh of relief cradled her heart. She then turned and paced faster to face the bitter winds of the silent corridors. Her steady and complacent steps echoed in the grey marbles while her dangling lamp burned the white ceiling, making the stars read her path to the divine chamber of chaos.
