Somewhere, within a great cavern, disappearing downward, stalactites, stalagmites and columns of glittering wet dolomite surround the dark elf in her deep sleep like state of trance. The darkness is misleading. It makes one believe they are standing in a small place but as the magical shards of light grow, one may realize it is actually a great chasm where steps lead into a cold, silent world that defies the warm, living swamp infested rainforest above.
The orb continues to speak within her mind, spilling secrets passed down through the ages of ancients. She can feel herself dreaming yet being able to tap into small pockets of multidimensional planes of existence which seem to be created merely within a single plane.
The dark skinned elf's lilac eyes brighten with energy fostered from her native origin, forming a dark mauve aura within the black swell of greenery surrounding her. She lay inside the Morphic Stability of the clear glassy green coffin shaped chamber.. Black water trickles into a moderate flow, seeping out from a small pool that is rippling up from underneath the ground. slowly it spreads wider, producing a thick, murky, and foul scented shallow lake. Silver strands of web like veins spread out from the dark elven woman's snow white hair. The strands appear to be crawling in among the vines, pulsing and feeding them with her own life energies.
In the meantime, trees and shrubs begin to fill in and cover over the land. Plants die and decay. The level of the water gets lower and lower. Eventually, the body of water becomes a swamp. This once arid, dry and thirsty land outside the cave becomes water-logged, heavily forested, and thriving with unknown life lurking beneath the tonnes of damp and decaying leaves.
Vines creep up and out, growing from the seed held in her arms, forming a tough, thick central stock. From there, twisting, leafy vines sprawl in a wide circle around the center. Small trees and plants appear growing up from among the carpet of hearty vines. The coarse, twisting stems twining, follow up the trees as they grow, breaking the new tree tops and limbs, bending and twisting the trunks of the trees into gnarled figures. Trees grow both vertically and in a messy tangle of knot work on the forest floor, all covered in furry emerald moss. Many of the crawling trees grow up and then fall in the process of their slow demise only to return again from whence they were born. Their remains crawl back into boggy material as part of the rich tangle of life and sustenance.
gaia_nitemareleft ~Part 2~ gaia_nitemareright
Tides of the Embraenoc Ocean gradually rise as darkened clouds slowly disperse into thin wisps of glowing mauve in night sky, revealing twin full moons. There is a bright star in the skies of the surface world with a luminosity which equals that of the brightest planets. Upon entering the atmosphere, a streak of silver light trails along behind the star, sending streams of fire following its course. The glowing glassy green orb buries itself into the horizon just beyond the Wildwood Forest that lies beyond the barren wastelands.
Following the gravitational pull of the moons, millions of little scorpions tumble out into the streets stinging everything and everyone with whom they come into contact. The scourge of vermin curl and raise their tails backing away as they enter into the Wildwood and find there way to the place of the fallen star. Pulsing with swirls of black and wicked greenish glow, the light emanating from the fallen star illuminates the newly arriving scorpions, bathing them in the glow of the orb.
The Dark Elven woman's trance is interrupted. She places a long thin, hollow dark metallic tube covered with smokey elven engravings over her delicately pointed ear. A faint aura of crackling mauve light with small swirls of misted black Magic exudes from the dark parts of her soul through the elf's taut, muscular obsidian form. She rises up from the deep underground cavern, tossing her long white tresses over her the curve of her ebony shoulder. She can feel a strange sensation emminating from the air. She can even see it reflecting in the heat patterns of her infrared vision. The Dark Elven woman hears a deep feminine voice whispering, which seems to be coming from inside her mind, calling out to her. She narrows pale lilac eyes and follows the trail of heat patterns before her to the place of the glowing green orb.
She stands at distance on top of a small cliff with her arms folded across her chest and observing the strange orb which appears to be growing in size, becoming more elongated. The voice begins speaking in a variety of tongues as if trying to determine the dark elf's receptivity to a native language. The dark elf's focus quickly adjusts upon the emulations most familiar to her. She dives over the edge of the platue, dropping down in a roll, landing with cat like grace, her hands stretched out to her sides with stately elegance upon impact with the hardened clay ground. As she receives a link of communication with the strange artifact, the dark skinned elf traces her hands along the stretched orb, her pale eyes burn with an ominous brightness. The orb has the feel of polished glass or stone. Suddenly there is a flash of light. The orb grows hotter, consuming the dark skinned elf and itself with it's own radiance. It shines as if it were still on fire from impact with the atmosphere. Her last clear vision is of the twin full moons over head and darkness engulfing every single star. The heat is so intense the dark elf groans under its pressure, instinctively raising her hands to shelter her eyes from the blinding light but before she can manage the dark skinned elf senses she is already someplace else.
