| Subject: REALITY IS NOTHING {EVERYONE LOOK HERE} |
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Ochyre
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Date Posted: 14:23:01 10/18/01 Thu
You have crossed the wall; entered my dream-world. Welcome.
*Ochyre
|:as you pass 'neath the rowans, winds rustle their leaves, and the leaves whisper it. it can be heard in the throaty croaking of a bull-frog, the chattering of a squirrel, the coo of a dove.ochyre... lilting voices which, when your lobes flickered forward, the better to hear, sigh softly and dissolve. then there is only the whistle of the wind, the ribbit of the bull-frog, the coo of the dove. nothing more.
|:yet here, there is always something. be it a voice, the taste of it on your tongue, or the feeling of something changing as you pass into my land. truth be told, somebody is always watching; the free magic elementals (spectrums of power), or perhaps, even him.
|:that's right, him; him being *Dammar* under, the one who may surprise you and attack your terrain, who's always lurking in the shadows. Massive, and yet transluceant. Raven, of noble bearing. Perhaps he shall allow you a full glimpse, even speak with you. It's happened before. the important thing to remember when you are in *Ochyre is to keep your eyes open. 'cause the thing is, you never know who, what, or when you'll see.
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