Dreamweaver 010 - The Immortals II~

The old man stood and walked closer.
He moved slowly, as the elderly do.
But with each step, he moved faster.
With each step, he seemed younger.

Can't trust my own eyes anymore.

The old man wore an old grey robe, which danced with the winds.
A robe that seemed worn by the elements for decades maybe.
Yet with each step the robe grew darker.

Fight.......flee...
Let's wait and see.


The old man is now half way towards his journey.

That's a bit too close for comfort.
My eyes are definitely not failing.

It almost seemed as if he sensed the uncertainty and paranoia,
Since the next movement he made to share the same bench flowed like a river,
But without the sense of time.
He was halfway to his destination, yet at the same time he had also reached it.
Time stood still yet it burned through.

What on earth is this?

"I am everywhere" He said.
The old man- no, this man can't even be more than 25! is now sitting on the same bench. His grey robe appears to be more of a black hooded jacket, a material so dark it could only be matched by his own trousers. Modern in every way that is definitely not what a tattered grey robe would be.
"I am Sight and also Vision" He continued.

The silence hung in the air like a note-

Are you... a God?

Seeming to have expected the question, his reply was brief.
"Heavens no."
He sat on the bench, for comfort, and crossed his legs.
Looking up to the skies he said, "But I suppose you can say I'm his eyes"

Dreamweaver 009 - The Game~

"I fold." Said one.
That's one down.

Now its just me and him. Or her. Can't really tell from the lighting.
I think it's the lighting.

Our eyes met.
I braced myself.

"I raise another 50" it said.

Shit. I've got nothing.

It's been on a winning streak.
A streak the entire table knows i'm not following.

I'm in, and i'll raise another 30.

It grinned. Maybe I was too obvious.

"Bad pokerface boy" it said.
That's what i heard anyway.
But its lips moved a different word.
It's lips..
It said "Your wings flinched"

He can see them.
And that's around the time i realised how hot the room was.

Dreamweaver 008 - The Immortals~

There we were.
Sitting on the public bench.
Opposite sides of the circle.
Facing one another.

That old man's been staring at me for quite sometime now...

It's strange though, the more i look at him the deeper his eyes seem.
Almost...hollow.

No wait.

Deeper than hollow. It draws one in.

It only took a moment before one feels pulled in.
I caught myself and pulled to reality.

He saw it all... and even smiled.
The bastard.

The eye that reflects the absoluteness of nothing is in fact just drawing in.

That is what it feels like anyway.
And he knows it.

The bastard.