[Morrigan knows this sensation. She often felt this in her dreams, time ceasing to matter as she wanders the many roads of the Fade. Even here, it's a place she visits often in her dreams--though so much is different.
She looks out over the expanse of black and violet clouds amidst the stars. A dream, and dreams seldom make sense for those without the power to sculpt and mold; for those who aren't aware. Meaning either this is something someone has seen before, or... hm? Morrigan blinks. What was that? She can't help but try to turn around to try and catch a glimpse of what she could have sensed.]
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She looks out over the expanse of black and violet clouds amidst the stars. A dream, and dreams seldom make sense for those without the power to sculpt and mold; for those who aren't aware. Meaning either this is something someone has seen before, or... hm? Morrigan blinks. What was that? She can't help but try to turn around to try and catch a glimpse of what she could have sensed.]
Now, whose dream is this I wonder?