Once Neil is decently confident that she would have entered REM sleep, he quietly lets himself into the room, sitting in the chair across from her. He drinks his own sweet-smelling beverage, holds his focus in his left hand, and closes his eyes.
Neil's consciousness fades from him. His body sinks into the chair, doing something akin to sleep, but not quite. His mind still fires wildly as his physical form reduces operational capacity to simply breathing. And his essence begins to exist elsewhere.
As it is with these excursions, Neil finds himself in a vast and sprawling landscape of moonlit obsidian sand dunes. The liquid hills of shifting sands extend out endlessly in all directions, roiling and undulating slowly in a lazy, howling wind that tangles with Neil's hair. A full moon shines down from above, setting the dark particles to glitter. This world which exists only in Neil's mind, this junction into the fiber of dreams, is so utterly, deafeningly silent. He steps forward, leaving no footprints and suffering no unsteadiness from the churning landscape under his feet. He reaches out a hand, and finds an invisible threshold before him.
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Date: 2024-08-31 10:47 pm (UTC)Neil's consciousness fades from him. His body sinks into the chair, doing something akin to sleep, but not quite. His mind still fires wildly as his physical form reduces operational capacity to simply breathing. And his essence begins to exist elsewhere.
As it is with these excursions, Neil finds himself in a vast and sprawling landscape of moonlit obsidian sand dunes. The liquid hills of shifting sands extend out endlessly in all directions, roiling and undulating slowly in a lazy, howling wind that tangles with Neil's hair. A full moon shines down from above, setting the dark particles to glitter. This world which exists only in Neil's mind, this junction into the fiber of dreams, is so utterly, deafeningly silent. He steps forward, leaving no footprints and suffering no unsteadiness from the churning landscape under his feet. He reaches out a hand, and finds an invisible threshold before him.
He steps through, finding himself elsewhere.