Homeworld Visit: 23rd October 2020 (Backdate)
If there was one thing he was accustomed to on this planet, it was it's penchant for having storms that logically speaking, should have torn everything asunder. He dare not go out into them, but the thunderous sound of what he presumed to be metal tearing against the walls of the pyramid that now shielded him within its depths were difficult to ignore. It was for this reason that he now stared at the ceiling with his lips pursed - all attempts to fall asleep at failed and given the storm seemed intent on lasting for a more than he would have liked, he had no other choice but to wait it out.
All things considered the preserved rooms in the depths of this rather large construct were quite plush. With little to no exposure to the outside world their darkened halls had been well tended to and had aged well. Some things had become more fragile with age as was to be expected, and the fabrics had developed a musty scent but he could only assume that such things would happen naturally anyway given the lack of airflow in the halls. Sure there was plenty of air in a manner of speaking but it certainly wasn't fresh and few things smelled 'good' in those conditions.
It was some of these 'things' that he was now resting comfortably, back supported by the otherwise soft and fluffy cushions that he assumed at been used for meditation. His previous visions had shown him that much, a group of younglings preparing to move into the next part of their tale. He doubted they would have slept in here, but given the significant scale of this building he could only assume it would take him more than several weeks to even locate where those actually living quarters might be.
With no one else here though, this place suited him just fine.
His eyes fell back towards the art work and murals that lined the walls, his gazed fixed on the almost human creatures that stared back. There were differences of course, pointed ears and strange markings upon their foreheads. A closer glance at what he assumed were the males in the art pieces showed 'scales' of some description as well, coiling around portions of their necks, arms and chests in a manner that reminded him of, well, carapace. It was yet another reminder of what he had seen that day and the natural growths that had coiled around the body that he'd found himself in.
A natural part of their cycle, one they walked towards with both confidence and purpose, to be welcomed with open arms in return.
Had there ever been one that felt uncertain? He excluded himself in this, whomever he had been within had assuaged his fears and stepped forward as they were always meant to...but in all seriousness had there ever been one who had truly declined to entertain this process?
He wasn't sure at what point he finally drifted off into the land of slumber, but the dreams he had under the watch of those looming figures weren't of his own. They were vague as seemed to be normal with these things, rarely providing more than a brief glimpse of something in a distant path. Yet he once again found himself in the body of the youngling he had been in before, embroiled in an arena quite unlike anything he had ever seen before.
They were on the open sands within whatever part he had stepped into, yet in the distance he could see looming mechanisms of an almost hellish quality. Towering high above those who were urged to walk towards them, now he began to see the hesitance, and he had to wonder what he had walked in to.
Training.
A simple explanation, one his youngling self seemed to recognise and acknowledge, but his feelings appeared to be mixed and uncertain. Here he could sense the hesitation and even as his youngling self exchanged glances with another of his fellow peers, it was clear that whatever he had walked in to and whatever he was about to experience was serious enough to cause concern.
Perhaps they had been sheltered until now, kept away from the realities of what awaited them, but as a more elderly entity walked into his field of vision and speak, it became clear that their days as children were over.
They had learned all they could in one sense, now it was time to learn what it truly meant to be who they were.
His dream drifted in to relative incoherence after that, the briefest of flashes and flickers here and there of whatever experiences his youngling might have faced. Alas, little of it would be remembered, only that which he had caught in the beginnings of his slumber were likely to be recalled while the remainder of this flash of history would remain a mystery for now.
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