(the nightmare voryn experiences lasts seconds before the men's fight against the tree of life's root concludes. in it, his hands are coated in ash and blood, and he looks up from them into a beating heart. it is set in the chest of a miscarried star whose bronze face looks forward as it speaks.
Loyal Dagoth Ur.
he can only stare at it with boiling eyes. then the star's amniotic fluid encounters the air, becoming lava as the mountain pours its pain into the fissures that become the foyadas of his home. he weeps the aqueous humour of his corneas as the ceiling opens up to the blinding light of day, rubbing ash and blood and tears into his skin where they mix and take root only to flow out and swallow him whole in their tide. on his abandonment by the tree of life which appeared to him in the only way he might be able to understand it, voryn, nails cutting sap into crevices around his shard, howls.)
Traitor! Murderer!
(he falls back off of his knees to arch in the soil and sphagnum, unaware of all parts of his body but the front of his skull.)
cw: miscarriage mention/mild body horror, i'm sorry this is so dramatic idek
Loyal Dagoth Ur.
he can only stare at it with boiling eyes. then the star's amniotic fluid encounters the air, becoming lava as the mountain pours its pain into the fissures that become the foyadas of his home. he weeps the aqueous humour of his corneas as the ceiling opens up to the blinding light of day, rubbing ash and blood and tears into his skin where they mix and take root only to flow out and swallow him whole in their tide. on his abandonment by the tree of life which appeared to him in the only way he might be able to understand it, voryn, nails cutting sap into crevices around his shard, howls.)
Traitor! Murderer!
(he falls back off of his knees to arch in the soil and sphagnum, unaware of all parts of his body but the front of his skull.)
No, no!