Yes, where ever we are. It feels like when we shift from the realm to another world.
[He looks out over the sunset. It's been so long since he's seen Earth. Home. It makes him wonder what it will be like when he really gets home. If he ever will.
His magic swirls and the shadow he throws is vast, full of the swirls of galaxies and the breath of the stars.]
This is a dream. Or something like it. But it's made of my memories.
[He shuts his eyes as he pushes away from the hoverbike. The sunset turns blue, the colors flowing from it forming graceful lines and turning the surroundings white.]
There are good things here. But there's also bad. I'm trying to find a way out for both of us. You must be careful. I was-
[The white overtakes the desert smoothing it into metal and lines of blue. Mid-way up the walls seems to give way to space itself. That's an illusion of the glass that gives the bridge of the Castle of Lions its beauty. Shiro in this time has dark hair and a shock of white in the front. He looks over the hovering screens before a young man in blue edged armor. He looks up to the Elvin looking elder gentleman staring silently at the screens ahead of him.
The ship on the displays looks like some tick or a spider. Shiro hesitates, uncertain then he walks over to him.]
I know you're worried about her. We all are. [The man turns his head and Shiro looks down, away from him. If only he'd been a little faster. A little stronger.] I'm sorry I let her slip away.
['I know it's not your fault.' The man says, he looks to him as the man looks back at the screens. 'It's just...I've already lost so much. I can't lose Allura, too.'
The scene fades into another but the transition is jarring like being ripped from one to other. Fragments and pieces filling in the world with the buzz of static.
Content warning ahead: human experimentation.
[Purple light from the harsh overhead light is cut into pieces as if the scene can't quite manifest. Below the light is a flat black medical table. Shiro looks terrible compared to any other time he's been present in his memories. He's locked to the table below the equipment shining purple above him.
Drugged, clad in a simple bodysuit and rags he still struggles against the restraints. 'No. No, not again. Not again, you-' A soldier inserts two prongs into his arm and the vial begins to drain. He struggles anyway.
'Put him entirely und-- --need to be sure it work-' The scene breaks up into fragments of colored glass as Shiro's taken under by the drugs and the saw whines to life above him.
Once again the glimmering stars and flat glass floor greet her like an old friend they're welcoming back.]
cw: human experimentation
[He looks out over the sunset. It's been so long since he's seen Earth. Home. It makes him wonder what it will be like when he really gets home. If he ever will.
His magic swirls and the shadow he throws is vast, full of the swirls of galaxies and the breath of the stars.]
This is a dream. Or something like it. But it's made of my memories.
[He shuts his eyes as he pushes away from the hoverbike. The sunset turns blue, the colors flowing from it forming graceful lines and turning the surroundings white.]
There are good things here. But there's also bad. I'm trying to find a way out for both of us. You must be careful. I was-
[The white overtakes the desert smoothing it into metal and lines of blue. Mid-way up the walls seems to give way to space itself. That's an illusion of the glass that gives the bridge of the Castle of Lions its beauty. Shiro in this time has dark hair and a shock of white in the front. He looks over the hovering screens before a young man in blue edged armor. He looks up to the Elvin looking elder gentleman staring silently at the screens ahead of him.
The ship on the displays looks like some tick or a spider. Shiro hesitates, uncertain then he walks over to him.]
I know you're worried about her. We all are. [The man turns his head and Shiro looks down, away from him. If only he'd been a little faster. A little stronger.] I'm sorry I let her slip away.
['I know it's not your fault.' The man says, he looks to him as the man looks back at the screens. 'It's just...I've already lost so much. I can't lose Allura, too.'
The scene fades into another but the transition is jarring like being ripped from one to other. Fragments and pieces filling in the world with the buzz of static.
Content warning ahead: human experimentation.
[Purple light from the harsh overhead light is cut into pieces as if the scene can't quite manifest. Below the light is a flat black medical table. Shiro looks terrible compared to any other time he's been present in his memories. He's locked to the table below the equipment shining purple above him.
Drugged, clad in a simple bodysuit and rags he still struggles against the restraints. 'No. No, not again. Not again, you-' A soldier inserts two prongs into his arm and the vial begins to drain. He struggles anyway.
'Put him entirely und-- --need to be sure it work-' The scene breaks up into fragments of colored glass as Shiro's taken under by the drugs and the saw whines to life above him.
Once again the glimmering stars and flat glass floor greet her like an old friend they're welcoming back.]