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"