-The Dawn of the First Day-
Do not worry, the moon is not going to fall upon your heads. Someone us thought it was a nice touch. After all, you’re finally waking up. You, among the masses of people who reside in this city and the surrounding area, woke up. You were a part of the faceless crowd; going through the motions set by your desires of familiarity since your memories were clouded by the effects of the spell. I bet it was a nice life you started here...
But do not fret…for you are free now. See the man in the image? He isn’t in the world, no, but he represents you. The unique snowflake that falls upon us all. However, to those who were not free from the spell,
they just appear as shadowy face figures to those who broke free…Are they once your friend? Family? Lover? Who’s to say, really. You won’t be able to recognize them. They’ll go about their lives as if nothing interesting is going on.
However, you are the interesting one. You managed to free yourself. You could’ve been blissfully happy in that space, but there must’ve been something that snapped you free. But it’s okay. We’re happy you’re free. Now you can save them all. Save those who couldn’t break free from the curse of this place. Release the dragons, become their chosen.
Only then will the harmonious one will reveal the path home.
Sure is a beautiful morning for your first day being you. We wonder what's in store for you. Oh well. Just be sure to take an umbrella with you later...
Beware of the Dark Forest….
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Seagulls call out to greet the day along with any small or large creature as the morning starts in full swing. Some of the people of Paradise Falls are already out and about with their day. Children running off to school as their parents go off to work. Guards change shifts, swords clash of early training, fishermen floating in with their catches to sell off. The farm fields are buzzing of work. A robed figure would wander the hospital while another inspects the wares of the markets. One is out by the small villages, checking on the animals of the nomadic villages and taking requests.
However, to everyone around them....something stirs in the select few people....the fog that once clouds their minds....clears with the morning sun.