[ while Voryn is soaking up the poisonous miasma to free the Tree of its blight, he will find himself connecting to the Tree is a more intimate way than he may have intended.
he is gifted with an out-of-body sensation of briefly sharing his consciousness with that of an entity that mortal minds aren't meant to comprehend. for just a second, just a hair's breadth of time - he is the Tree, feeling its high-reaching branches stretching out past the perpetual dawn's light. feeling the weight of Everything that exists at Kenos - the last bastion before there is simply nothing.
something had sickened it; he knows, because he feels as though it happened to him. an abnormality. a parasite - but not one born of an external threat. this had come from the inside. a soul like so many others the Tree cradles, guides, pulls and pushes where they are meant to be. one became warped. one became corrupted.
things do not become corrupted in the Tree.
--and all at once, Voryn would feel a protective presence pushing his ego apart from that of this entity, this gaping, enormous Being to separate them. the Tree can sense one of its newest Seedlings has strayed too close to places he is not meant to go. not yet.
it conveys a message - not in words, but impressions. longing; uneasiness; fear. love.
warning.
and then, it is gone - leaving Voryn to return to the present and finding no more than a few seconds had passed him by. ]
for Voryn upon communing with the Tree;
he is gifted with an out-of-body sensation of briefly sharing his consciousness with that of an entity that mortal minds aren't meant to comprehend. for just a second, just a hair's breadth of time - he is the Tree, feeling its high-reaching branches stretching out past the perpetual dawn's light. feeling the weight of Everything that exists at Kenos - the last bastion before there is simply nothing.
something had sickened it; he knows, because he feels as though it happened to him. an abnormality. a parasite - but not one born of an external threat. this had come from the inside. a soul like so many others the Tree cradles, guides, pulls and pushes where they are meant to be. one became warped. one became corrupted.
things do not become corrupted in the Tree.
--and all at once, Voryn would feel a protective presence pushing his ego apart from that of this entity, this gaping, enormous Being to separate them. the Tree can sense one of its newest Seedlings has strayed too close to places he is not meant to go. not yet.
it conveys a message - not in words, but impressions. longing; uneasiness; fear. love.
warning.
and then, it is gone - leaving Voryn to return to the present and finding no more than a few seconds had passed him by. ]